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" And forgive us our Trespasses? 237
And when I stand before Thy throne,
And all Thy glory see, Still be my righteousness alone
To hide myself in Thee.
Edward Henry Bickersteth. 1858'
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 Thy 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 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 !
Henry Francis Lyte. 1833.