1 Lord! 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.

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