Lord, at Thy Feet

1Lord! at Thy feet we humbly lie,
And knock at mercy's door;
With heavy heart and downcast eye Thy favor we implore.

2'Tis mercy, mercy, we implore;
We would Thy pity move;
Thy grace is an exhaustless store,
And Thou Thyself art love.

3O, for Thine own, for Jesus' sake,
Our numerous sins forgive!
Thy grace our stony hearts can break;
Heal us, and bid us live.