Lord I Bow At Thy Throne


Lord, I bow at Thy throne,
My unworthiness own,
To Thy cross and Thy promise I cling;
O how blessed the thought,
Thou my pardon hast bought,
And no money or price need I bring.

If my sins I confess,
Thou wilt hearken and bless,
For Thy mercy is boundless and free;
All Thy goodness may share,
None need ever despair,
But rejoice Thy salvation to see.

Lord, my guilt I lament,
And in sorrow repent;
Red like crimson my sins are, I know,
Naught can save but Thy blood;
Cleanse me now in that flood,
And my soul shall be whiter than snow.