A Pocket Hymn Book ‎#XLI

XLI. God of my salvation, hear

1 God of my salvation, hear,
And help me to believe;
Simply do I now draw near,
Thy blessing to receive.
Full of guilt, alas! I am,
But to thy wounds for refuge flee:
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me.

2 Standing now as newly slain,
To thee I lift mine eye,
Balm of all my grief and pain,
Thy blood is always nigh:
Now, as yesterday the same
Thou art, and wilt for ever be,
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me.

3 Nothing have I, Lord, to pay,
Nor can thy grace procure,
Empty, send me not away,
For I, thou know'st am poor:
Dust and ashes is my name,
My all is sin and misery:
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me.

4 No good word, or work, or thought,
Bring I to buy thy grace:
Pardon I accept unbought,
Thy proffer I embrace:
Coming, as at first I came,
To take, and not bestow on thee:
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me.

5 Saviour from thy wounded side
I never will depart,
Here will I my spirit hide,
When I am pure in heart,
Till my place above I claim,
This only shall be all my plea,
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me.

Text Information

• First Line: God of my salvation, hear
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1791
• Topic: Petition

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