By A Collection of Hymns

      L.M.
      1 WHEREWITH, O God, shall I draw near,
      And bow myself before thy face?
      How in thy purer eyes appear?
      What shall bring to gain thy grace?

      2 Will gifts delight the Lord most high?
      Will multiplied oblations please?
      Thousands of rams his favour buy,
      Or slaughtered hecatombs appease?

      3 Can these avert the wrath of God?
      Can these wash out my guilty stain?
      Rivers of oil, and seas of blood,
      Alas! they all must flow in vain.

      4 Whoe'er to thee themselves approve,
      Must take the path thy word hath showed,
      Justice pursue, and mercy love,
      And humbly walk by faith with God.

      5 But though my life henceforth be thine,
      Present for past can ne'er atone;
      Though I to thee the whole resign,
      I only give thee back thine own.

      6 What have I then wherein to trust?
      I nothing have, I nothing am;
      Excluded is my every boast,
      My glory swallowed up in shame

      7 Guilty I stand before thy face,
      On me I feel thy wrath abide;
      'Tis just the sentence should take place
      'Tis just; - but O thy Son hath died!

      8 Jesus, the Lamb of God hath bled,
      He bore our sins upon the tree;
      Beneath our curse he bowed his head;
      'Tis finished! he hath died for me!

      9 See where before the throne he stands,
      And pours the all-prevailing prayer;
      Points to his side, and lifts his hands,
      And shows that I am graven there.

      10 He ever lives for me to pray;
      He prays that I with him may reign:
      Amen to what my Lord doth say!
      Jesus, thou canst not pray in vain.