Blessèd Sav­ior, hear my pray­er,
As I kneel be­fore Thee,
Pleading for Thy love and care;
Spread Thy man­tle o’er me;
I have wan­dered from Thy fold,
And my heart is wea­ry,
Traveling thro’ the storm and cold
Of this de­sert drea­ry.

All un­wor­thy though I be,
Grant me, Lord, Thy fa­vor,
While I hum­bly bow the knee,
Hear my pray­er, O Sav­ior;
For the sins that cause Thee pain,
Give me deep con­tri­tion;
Speak Thy cleans­ing once again,
Pity my con­di­tion.

Thou dost hear the hum­blest cry
Which in faith is spok­en,
And the ra­di­ant, sun­light sky
Speaks Thy love un­brok­en;
May I walk at Thy dear side,
Ne’er from Thee to se­ver;
Let me, at life’s ev­en­tide,
Dwell with Thee for­ev­er.

There I’ll praise Thee for Thy love
Which on earth has sought me,
Praise Thee with the hosts above,
For the blood that bought me;
For the matchl­ess won­drous grace
Which to me was giv­en,
And by which I won the race,
Palm, and crown, and Hea­ven.