239 ~ Low at Thy Pierced Feet
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Low at thy pierced feet, Saviour of all, Helpless and sorrowful Prostrate I fall. O cast me not away, Forgive my sin this day, Forgive my sin, All, all my sin.
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Sinful my life hath been, Unclean, unclean; All my iniquity Thine eye hath seen; Cleanse thou my soul today, Wash all my sin away In thine own blood, In thine own blood.
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By all thy grief and pain, Forgive me now; Before thy cross in shame Lowly I bow. Lord, let that blood of thine Wash now this soul of mine; Wash now this soul, Wash now this soul.
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Thou didst for me endure Dread Calvary; Sin's punishment and shame All, all for me. On thee my guilt was laid, By thee my dept was paid, To set me free, To set me free.
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Lord, I accept thee now, Accept thou me; I have delayed too long, And grieved thee. By all thy love to me, I give myself to thee; Make me thine own, All, all thine own.