When at Thy footstool, Lord, I bend,

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    Verse 1
    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

    Verse 2
    Oh think not of my shame and guilt,
    My thousand stains of deepest dye;
    Think of the blood which Jesus spilt
    My pardon and my life to buy

    Verse 3
    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

    Verse 4
    Oh think upon Thy holy word,
    And every plighted promise there;
    How prayer should evermore be heard,
    And how Thy glory is to spare

    Verse 5
    Oh 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

    Verse 6
    Thine eye, Thine ear, they are not dull
    Thine arm can never shorten'd be;
    Behold me here; my heart is full;
    Behold, and spare, and succour me