Lord, at Thy foot ashamed I lie;
Upward I dare not look ;

Pardon my sins before I die,

And blot them from Thy book.

V.

Remember all the dying pains

That my Redeemer felt,

And let His blood wash out my stains And answer for my guilt.

VI.

Oh, may I now for ever fear

To indulge a sinful thought;

Since the great God can see and hear,

And writes down every fault.

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