Lord, Like the Publican I Stand

Verse 1

Lord, like the publican I stand, and lift my heart to thee; thy pard'ning grace, O God, command, be merciful to me.

Verse 2

I smite upon my anxious breast, o'erwhelmed with agony; O save my soul by sin oppressed, be merciful to me.

Verse 3

My guilt, my shame, I all confess: I have no hope nor plea but Jesus' blood and righteousness: be merciful to me.

Verse 4

Here at thy cross I still would wait, nor from its shelter flee, till thou, O God, in mercy great, art merciful to me.