The Poor Sinner

Verse 1

God of my salvation, hear, And help me to believe; Simply do I now draw near, Thy blessing to receive: Full of guilt alas! I am, But to Thy wounds for refuge flee: Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy blood was shed for me.

Verse 2

Nothing have I, Lord, to pay, Nor can Thy grace procure; Empty send me not away, For I, Thou know'st, am poor: Dust and ashes is my name, My all is sin and misery: Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy blood was shed for me. Amen.