O Thou, the contrite sinners' friend

Verse 1

O Thou, the contrite sinners' friend, Who, loving, lov'st them to the end; On this alone my hopes depend, That Thou wilt plead for me.

Verse 2

When, weary in the Christian race, Far off appears my resting place, And, fainting, I mistrust Thy grace, Then, Saviour, plead for me.

Verse 3

When I have erred and gone astray Afar from Thine and wisdom's way, And see no glimmering, guiding way, Still, Saviour, plead for me.

Verse 4

When Satan, by my sins made bold, Strives from Thy cross to loose my hold, Then with Thy pitying arms enfold, And plead, oh, plead for me!

Verse 5

And when my dying hour draws near, Darkened with sorrow, pain, and fear, Then to my fainting sight appear, Pleading in heaven for me.

Verse 6

Amen.