Lord! at thy feet we humbly lie
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Lord! at thy feet we humbly lie,And knock at mercy's door;With heavy heart and downcast eyeThy favor we implore.
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'Tis mercy, mercy, we implore;We would thy pity move:Thy grace is an exhaustless store,And thou thyself art love.
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O, for thine own, for Jesus' sake,Our numerous sins forgive!Thy grace our stony hearts can break:Heal us, and bid us live.