CCLXXI. The penitent

1 Prostrate, dear Jesus, at thy feet
A guilty rebel lies;
And upwards to the mercy seat
Presumes to lift his eyes.

2 O let not justice frown me hence:
Stay, stay the vengeful storm:
Forbid it that omnipotence
Should crush a feeble worm.

3 If tears of sorrow would suffice
To pay the debt I owe,
Tears should from both my weeping eyes
In ceaseless torrents flow.

4 But no such sacrifice I plead
To expiate my guilt;
No tears, but those which thou hast shed,
No blood, but thou hast spilt.

5 Think of thy sorrows, dearest Lord,
And all my sins forgive:
Justice will well approve the word,
That bids the sinner live.

Text Information
First Line: Prostrate dear Jesus at thy feet
Title: The penitent
Author: Dr. S. Stennett
Meter: C. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1792
Topic: Graces of the Spirit: Repentance; Penitent
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