Lord, at Thy feet in dust I lie

Verse 1

Lord, at thy feet in dust I lie, And knock at mercy's door; With humble heart and weeping eye, Thy favor I implore.

Verse 2

On me, O Lord, do thou display Thy rich, forgiving love; O take my heinous guilt away, This heavy load remove.

Verse 3

Without thy grace, I sink oppress'd Down to the gates of hell; O give my troubled spirit rest, And all my fears dispel.

Verse 4

'Tis mercy, mercy, I implore, O may thy bowels move: Thy grace is an exhaustless store, And thou thyself art love.

Verse 5

Should I at last in heaven appear, To join thy saints above; I'll shout that mercy brought me there, And sing thy bleeding love.