PROSTRATE, DEAR JESUS, AT THY FEET

“I…repent in dust and ashes.” Job 42:6

Samuel Stennett (1727-1795)

Words: Sam­u­el Sten­nett, in A Se­lect­ion of Hymns from the Best Au­thors, by John Rip­pon, 1787.

Music: Armagh, James Turle, 1863 (MI­DI, score).

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Prostrate, dear Jesus, at Thy feet,
A guilty rebel lies;
And upwards to Thy mercy seat,
Presumes to lift his eyes.

If tears of sorrow would suffice
To pay the debt I owe,
Tears should from both my weeping eyes
In ceaseless torrents flow.

But no such sacrifice I plead
To expiate my guilt;
No tears but those which Thou hast shed
No blood, but Thou hast spilt.

Think of Thy sorrows, dearest Lord,
And all my sins forgive:
Justice will well approve the word
That bids the sinner live.