God of my sal­va­tion, hear
And help me to be­lieve;
Simply do I now draw near
Thy bless­ing to re­ceive;
Full of guilt, alas! I am,
But to Thy wounds for re­fuge flee;
Friend of sin­ners, spot­less Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me.

Standing now as new­ly slain,
To Thee I lift mine eye,
Balm of all my grief and pain,
Thy blood is al­ways nigh;
Now as yes­ter­day the same
Thou art, and wilt for ev­er be;
Friend of sin­ners, spot­less Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me.

Full of truth and grace Thou art,
And here is all my hope;
False and foul as hell my heart
To Thee I of­fer up;
Thou wast giv­en to re­deem
My soul from all ini­qui­ty;
Friend of sin­ners, spot­less Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me.

Nothing have I, Lord, to pay,
Nor can Thy grace pro­cure;
Empty send me not away,
For I, Thou know’st, am poor;
Dust and ash­es is my name,
My all is sin and mi­se­ry;
Friend of sin­ners, spot­less Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me.

Without mo­ney, with­out price.
I come Thy love to buy;
From my­self I turn my eyes,
The chief of sin­ners I;
Take, O take me as I am,
And let me lose my­self in Thee;
Friend of sin­ners, spot­less Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me.

No good work, or word, or thought
Bring I to gain Thy grace;
Pardon I ac­cept un­bought,
Thy prof­fer I em­brace;
Coming as at first I came
To take, and not be­stow on Thee;
Friend of sin­ners, spot­less Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me.

Jesu, un­to Thee my sin
I qui­et­ly con­fess,
Till Thy blood shall wash me clean
From all un­right­eous­ness;
From the slight­est touch of blame
My spir­it, soul, and bo­dy free;
Friend of sin­ners, spot­less Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me.

Savior, from Thy wound­ed side
I ne­ver will de­part;
Here will I my spir­it hide
When I am pure in heart;
Till my place above I claim
This only shall be all my plea:
Friend of sin­ners, spot­less Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me.