God of My Salvation, Hear

God of my sal­va­tion

hear

And help me to be­lieve;

Simply do I now draw near

Thy bless­ing to re­ceive;

Full of guilt

alas! I am

But to Thy wounds for re­fuge flee;

Friend of sin­ners

spot­less Lamb

Thy blood was shed for me.

Standing now as new­ly slain

To Thee I lift mine eye

Balm of all my grief and pain

Thy blood is al­ways nigh;

Now as yes­ter­day the same

Thou art

and wilt for ev­er be;

Friend of sin­ners

spot­less Lamb

Thy blood was shed for me.

Full of truth and grace Thou art

And here is all my hope;

False and foul as hell my heart

To Thee I of­fer up;

Thou wast giv­en to re­deem

My soul from all ini­qui­ty;

Friend of sin­ners

spot­less Lamb

Thy blood was shed for me.

Nothing have I

Lord

to pay

Nor can Thy grace pro­cure;

Empty send me not away

For I

Thou know’st

am poor;

Dust and ash­es is my name

My all is sin and mi­se­ry;

Friend of sin­ners

spot­less Lamb

Thy blood was shed for me.

Without mo­ney

with­out price.

I come Thy love to buy;

From my­self I turn my eyes

The chief of sin­ners I;

Take

O take me as I am

And let me lose my­self in Thee;

Friend of sin­ners

spot­less Lamb

Thy blood was shed for me.

No good work

or word

or thought

Bring I to gain Thy grace;

Pardon I ac­cept un­bought

Thy prof­fer I em­brace;

Coming as at first I came

To take

and not be­stow on Thee;

Friend of sin­ners

spot­less Lamb

Thy blood was shed for me.

Jesu

un­to Thee my sin

I qui­et­ly con­fess

Till Thy blood shall wash me clean

From all un­right­eous­ness;

From the slight­est touch of blame

My spir­it

soul

and bo­dy free;

Friend of sin­ners

spot­less Lamb

Thy blood was shed for me.

Savior

from Thy wound­ed side

I nev­er will de­part;

Here will I my spir­it hide

When I am pure in heart;

Till my place above I claim

This on­ly shall be all my plea:

Friend of sin­ners

spot­less Lamb

Thy blood was shed for me.