8,8,8,8

I

O God of love, on bended knee,

We, guilty sinners, call on Thee;

Now, by the cross that Jesus bore,

Extend Thy mercy, we implore.

II

We have no plea to urge but this,

Our own exceeding sinfulness,

And all the love to sinners shown

Who claim His merits as their own.

III

Ah, weary with the toil of sin,

We seek Thy matchless grace to win;

Lord, break the fetters that enslave,

And let us know Thy power to save.

IV

Rise on the darkness of the way

That leads from night to perfect day,

And let the joy that light awakes

Possess the soul that sin forsakes.

V

O Christ, to Thee our praise ascends,

Whose love the needy soul befriends;

For, by Thy cross our souls are free

To love and praise, eternally.