Lord, Like the Publican I Stand

Lord

like the pub­li­can I stand

And lift my heart to Thee;

Thy par­don­ing grace

O God

com­mand

Be mer­ci­ful to me.

I smite up­on my anx­ious breast

O’er­whelmed with ago­ny;

O save my soul by sin op­pressed

Be mer­ci­ful to me.

My guilt

my shame

I all con­fess

I have no hope nor plea

But Je­sus’ blood and right­eous­ness;

Be mer­ci­ful to me.

Here at Thy cross I still would wait

Nor from its shel­ter flee

But Thou

O God

in mer­cy great

Art mer­ci­ful to me.