8,6,8,6 tr., John Brownlie I I lift my hands, and with my heart, My prayer ascends to Thee; In mercy take a sinner's part, Lord, send Thy help to me. II Lo! in the mire of sin I lie, My raiment all defiled; O come and set me up on high, And save Thy fallen child. III I cannot cleanse the filthy stains, -- I can but mourn and sigh; Do what I may, the guilt remains, I fail oft' as I try. IV In mercy, Lord, Thy mercy send, For merciful art Thou; And prove Thyself the sinner's Friend, -- O come and help me now. V And let my life be ordered quite, As Thou wouldst have it be; When I am wrong, O set me right, -- Lord, come and succour me. VI And hold me up, lest to the mire Of sin my soul return; O let Thy love my spirit fire, And base affections burn. VII And glory to my God I'll give, And glory to the Son, And to the Spirit while I live, Great, Blessed, Three in One. |