I do not come be­cause my soul
Is free from sin and pure and whole
And wor­thy of Thy grace;
I do not speak to Thee be­cause
I’ve ev­er just­ly kept Thy laws
And dare to meet Thy face.

I know that sin and guilt com­bine
To reign o’er ev­ery thought of mine
And turn from good to ill;
I know that, when I try to be
Upright and just and true to Thee,
I am a sin­ner still.

I know that oft­en when I strive
To keep a spark of love alive
For Thee, the pow­ers with­in
Leap up in un­sub­miss­ive might
And oft be­numb my sense of right
And pull me back to sin.

I know that, though in do­ing good
I spend my life, I ne­ver could
Atone for all I’ve done;
But though my sins are black as night,
I dare to come be­fore Thy sight
Because I trust Thy Son.

In Him alone my trust I place,
Come bold­ly to Thy throne of grace,
And there com­mune with Thee.
Salvation sure, O Lord, is mine,
And, all un­wor­thy, I am Thine,
For Je­sus died for me.