O Je­sus, Lord most mer­ci­ful,
Low at Thy cross I lie;
O sin­ner’s friend, most pi­ti­ful,
Hear my be­wail­ing cry.
I come to Thee with mourn­ing,
I come to Thee in woe;
With con­trite heart re­turn­ing,
And tears that ov­er­flow.

O gra­cious in­ter­cess­or,
O priest with­in the veil,
Plead, for a lost trans­gress­or,
The blood that can­not fail.
I spread my sins be­fore Thee,
I tell them one by one;
O for Thy name’s great glo­ry,
Forgive all I have done.

O by Thy cross and pass­ion,
Thy tears and ago­ny,
And crown of cru­el fa­shion,
And death on Cal­va­ry;
By all that un­told suf­fer­ing
Endured by Thee alone;
O priest, O spot­less of­fer­ing,
Plead for me, and atone.

And in this heart now brok­en,
Re-enter Thou and reign;
And say, by that dear to­ken,
I am ab­solved again;
And build me up, and guide me,
And guard me day by day;
And in Thy pre­sence hide me,
And keep my soul al­way.