HYMN 251

C.M.S 157.H.C.162 L.M (FE 271)
"Then deliver him from the pit" 
- Job 33:24



1.  WHEN 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.


2.  Oh think not of my shame and guilt 

     My thousand stains of deepest dye 

     Think of the blood, which Jesus spilt 

     My pardon and my life to buy.


3.  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.


4.  Oh think upon thy holy word 

     And every plighted promise there, 

    How prayer should evermore be heard 

    And how thy Glory is to spare.


5.  Oh 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.


6.  Thine eye, Thine car, they are not dull 

     Thine arm can never shorten’d be, 

     Behold me here; my heart is full

     Behold, and spare, and succour me.  Amen