Before Thy Face, with Lifted Hands

Before Thy face

with lift­ed hands

My help­less­ness

O God

I plead;

Look on the form of Him who stands

With Thee

for me to in­ter­cede.

The marks of sin are on His brow

Yea

in His hands

and feet

and side

Here ere the fount­ains hence did flow

For all my guilt

the cleans­ing tide.

My sins helped eave the thor­ny crown

The nails ere driv­en for my guilt;

On me His eyes ere look­ing down

When free­ly thus His blood as spilt.

With brok­en heart and bow­ing head

Fallen up­on my bend­ed knee

I hear the words

For­give him

said

And now I know He mean­eth me.

His name hath led me to Thy throne;

His work for me this bold­ness gives;

I no­thing am

I glad­ly on

I live re­deemed be­cause He lives.