236- Lord! at Thy Feet
Lord! at thy feet we humbly lie,
And knock at mercy's door;
With heavy heart and downcast eye
Thy favor we implore.
'Tis mercy, we implore;
We would thy pity move;
Thy grace is an exhaustless store,
And thou thyself art love.
O, for thine own, for Jesus' sake,
Our numerous sins forgive!
Thy grace our stony hearts can break;
Heal us, and bid us live.