393. O Thou, the contrite sinners' Friend!

1 O Thou, the contrite sinners' Friend,
Who, loving, lov'st them to the end,
On this alone my hopes depend,
That Thou wilt plead for me.

2 When weary in the Christian race,
Far off appears my resting-place,
And, fainting, I mistrust Thy grace,
Then, Saviour, plead for me.

3 When I have erred and gone astray,
Afar from Thine and wisdom's way,
And see no glimmering, guiding ray,
Still, Saviour, plead for me.

4 When Satan, by my sins made bold,
Strives from Thy cross to loose my hold,
Then with Thy pitying arms enfold,
And plead, oh, plead for me!

5 And when my dying hour draws near,
Darkened with anguish, guilt and fear,
Then to my fainting sight appear,
Pleading in heaven for me.

6 When the full light of heavenly day
Reveals my sins in dead array,
Say Thou hast washed them all away;
Oh, say Thou plead'st for me!

Amen.

Text Information
First Line: O Thou, the contrite sinners' Friend!
Author: Charlotte Elliott (1835)
Meter: 8s, 6
Language: English
Publication Date: 1899
Topic: Christ: Friend; Christ: Intercession of; Supplication
Tune Information
Name: ELLIOTT
Composer: Luther O. Emerson
Meter: 8s, 6



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