When At Thy Footstool, Lord, I Bend,
And Plead With Thee For Mercy There,
Think Of The Sinner’s Dying Friend,
And For His Sake Receive My Prayer.
O Think Not Of My Shame And Guilt,
My Thousand Stains Of Deepest Dye;
Think Of The Blood Which Jesus Spilt,
And Let That Blood My Pardon Buy.
Think, Lord, How I Am Still Thine Own,
The Trembling Creature Of Thy Hand;
Think How My Heart To Sin Is Prone,
And What Temptations Round Me Stand.
O Think Upon Thy Holy Word,
And Every Plighted Promise There;
How Prayer Should Evermore Be Heard,
And How Thy Glory Is To Spare.
O Think Not Of My Doubts And Fears,
My Strivings With Thy Grace Divine;
Think Upon Jesus’ Woes And Tears,
And Let His Merits Stand For Mine.
Thine Eyes, Thine Ear, They Are Not Dull;
Thine Arm Can Never Shortened Be;
Behold Me Here; My Heart Is Full;
Behold, And Spare, And Succour Me.
When At Thy Footstool Lord I Bend When At Thy Footstool Lord I Bend lyrics song chords When At Thy Footstool Lord I Bend When At Thy Footstool, Lord, I Bend, And Plead With Thee For Mercy There, Think Of The Sinner’s Dying Friend, And For His Sake Receive My Prayer. O Think Not Of My Shame And Guilt, My Thousand Stains Of Deepest Dye; Think Of The Blood Which Jesus Spilt, And Let That Blood My Pardon Buy. Think, Lord, How I Am Still Thine Own, The Trembling Creature Of Thy Hand; Think How My Heart To Sin Is Prone, And What Temptations Round Me Stand. O Think Upon Thy Holy Word, And Every Plighted Promise There; How Prayer Should Evermore Be Heard, And How Thy Glory Is To Spare. O Think Not Of My Doubts And Fears, My Strivings With Thy Grace Divine; Think Upon Jesus’ Woes And Tears, And Let His Merits Stand For Mine. Thine Eyes, Thine Ear, They Are Not Dull; Thine Arm Can Never Shortened Be; Behold Me Here; My Heart Is Full; Behold, And Spare, And Succour Me.