CXXXIII. A penitent pleading for mercy

1 Lord, at thy feet we sinners lie,
And knock at mercy's door;
With heavy heart and downcast eye,
Thy favor we implore.

2 [On us, the vast extent display
Of thy forgiving love;
Take all our heinous guilt away,
This heavy load remove.

3 We sink, with all this weight oppress'd,
Sing down to death and hell;
Oh, give our troubled spirits rest,
Our num'rous fears dispel.]

4 'Tis mercy, mercy we implore,
We would thy bowels move;
Thy grace is an exhaustless store,
And thou thyself art love.

5 Oh, for thy own, for Jesu's sake,
Our many sins forgive;
Thy grace our rocky hearts can break,
And breaking soon relieve.

6 Thus melt us down, thus make us bend,
And thy dominion own;
Nor let a rival more pretend
To repossess thy throne.

Text Information
First Line: Lord, at thy feet we sinners lie
Title: A penitent pleading for mercy
Meter: C. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1799
Topic: Mercy: Pleaded for; Penitent: Pleading for mercy
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