Prostrate, Dear Jesus, at Thy Feet

Prostrate

dear Je­sus

at Thy feet

A guil­ty re­bel lies;

And up­wards to Thy mer­cy seat

Presumes to lift his eyes.

If tears of sor­row would suf­fice

To pay the debt I owe

Tears should from both my weep­ing eyes

In cease­less tor­rents flow.

But no such sac­ri­fice I plead

To ex­pi­ate my guilt;

No tears but those which Thou hast shed

No blood

but Thou hast spilt.

Think of Thy sor­rows

dear­est Lord

And all my sins for­give:

Justice will well ap­prove the word

That bids the sin­ner live.