I called on Your name, O Lord, from the depths of the pit. You heard my plea. Lamentations 3:55–56
Words: Fanny Crosby (1820–1915).
Music: Bentley D. Ackley, in Make Christ King, Combined, edited by Edwin O. Excell (Chicago, Illinois: Glad Tidings Company, 1916) (🔊 pdf nwc).
What I am, Thine eye can see,
Yet I come, O Lord, to Thee.
Though my sins are crimson red,
Yet for me Thy blood was shed.
This my plea, my only plea:
Through Thy off’ring once for me,
I may cast myself on Thee,
Jesus, my Redeemer.
As I am, I seek Thy face,
Kneeling at the door of grace;
O forgive this heart of mine,
Cleanse me now and seal me Thine.
As I am, O blessèd Lord,
I believe and trust Thy Word;
Let my soul no longer roam,
Take, O take the wand’rer home.
Lost, but found, my sins forgiv’n,
Child of God and heir of Heav’n;
Lost, but found, what joy is mine!
Thou dost cleanse and keep me Thine.