1 Lord, didst thou die, but not for me?
Am I forbid to trust thy blood?
Hast thou not pardons, rich and free?
And grace, an overwhelming flood?

2 Presumptuous thought! to fix the bound--
To limit mercy's sovereign reign:
What other happy souls have found,
I'll seek; nor shall I seek in vain.

3 I own my guilt; my sins confess;
Can men or devils make them more?
Of crimes, already numberless,
Vain the attempt to swell the score.

4 Were the black list before my sight,
While I remember thou hast died,
'Twould only urge my speedier flight
To seek salvation at thy side.

5 Low at thy feet I'll cast me down,
To thee reveal my guilt and fear;
And--if thou spurn me from thy throne--
I'll be the first who perish'd there.