1 As I am before thy face,
Saviour, I pray,
Let the merits of thy grace
Claim me today.
Canst thou my poor treasure take,
And my heart thy temple make,
Can my sins for thy dear sake
Be washed away?
2 As I am, so tired of strife,
Lord, I will come.
As I am, for death or life,
Lord, I will come.
Crowds of fears obstruct my way,
Past defeats would bid me stay,
Yet in childlike faith I pray,
Lord, let me come.
3 All my past is known to thee,
Lord, let me come.
All my future thou canst see,
Lord, let me come.
Take me, I can trust my all
In thy hands whate’er befall,
Then no tempest shall appal,
Lord, let me come.
Source: The Song Book of the Salvation Army #285