At Thy Feet I Fall

Verse 1

O Lamb of God! Thou wonderful sin-bearer, Hard after Thee my soul doth follow on; As pants the hart for streams in desert dreary, So pants my soul for Thee, O Thou life-giving One.

Chorus

At Thy feet I fall, Yield Thee up my all, To suffer, live, or die For my Lord crucified.

Verse 2

I mourn, I mourn the sin that drove Thee from me, And blackest darkness brought into my soul; Now I renounce the cursed sin that hindered, And come once more to Thee, to be made fully whole.

Verse 3

Descend the heav’ns, Thou whom my soul adoreth! Oh, come just now, fill my poor longing breast; For Thee, for Thee, I watch, as for the morning! Apart from Thee, I find neither joy, peace, nor rest.

Verse 4

Come, Holy Ghost, Thy mighty aid bestowing, Destroy the works of sin, the self, the pride; Burn, burn in me, my idols overthrowing; Prepare my heart for Him—for my Lord crucified.