Low at Thy Pierced Feet

1Low 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.

2Sinful my life hath been,
Unclean, unclean;
All my iniquity Thine eye hath seen;
Cleanse Thou my soul today,
Wash all my sins away In Thine own blood,
In Thine own blood.

3By 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 Thou my soul,
Wash Thou my soul.

4Thou didst for me endure Dread Calvary;
Sin's punishment and shame All, all for me.
On Thee my guilt was laid,
By Thee my debt was paid,
To set me free,
To set me free.

5Lord,
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.