| When At Thy Footstool, Lord, I Bend Hymn LyricsWhen 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 succor me. | When At Thy Footstool, Lord, I Bend Hymn LyricsEnjoy the lovely words and lyrics of When At Thy Footstool, Lord, I Bend, the traditional, classic hymn and Christian song. This Printable version of When At Thy Footstool, Lord, I Bend is a hymn of praise and worship which is suitable for all Christian denominations. These online, free lyrics to the Christian Hymn and song When At Thy Footstool, Lord, I Bend can be printed and used to create a personalised hymn book from this virtual, free online Hymnal. | |
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