O Thou, the Contrite Sinner’s Friend

O Thou

the con­trite sin­ner’s friend

Who lov­ing

lov’st them to the end

On this alone my hopes de­pend

That Thou wilt plead for me.

When wea­ry in the Christ­ian race

Far off ap­pears my rest­ing place

And

faint­ing

I mis­trust Thy grace

Then

Sav­ior

plead for me.

When I have erred and gone as­tray

Afar from Thine and wis­dom’s way

And see no glim­mer­ing

guid­ing ray

Still

Sav­ior

plead for me.

When Sa­tan

by my sins made bold

Strives from Thy cross to loose my hold

Then with Thy pi­ty­ing arms en­fold

And plead

O plead for me.

And when my dy­ing hour draws near

Darkened with ang­uish

guilt

and fear

Then to my faint­ing sight ap­pear

Pleading in Heav’n for me.

When the full light of heav­en­ly day

Reveals my sins in dread ar­ray

Say Thou hast washed them all away;

O say

Thou plead’st for me!