7s & 6s. 1 GOD of my salvation, hear, And help me to believe! Simply do I now draw near, Thy blessing to receive: Full of sin, alas! I am, But to thy wounds for refuge flee; Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy blood was shed for me.
2 Standing now as newly slain, To thee I lift mine eye! Balm of all my grief and pain, Thy grace is always nigh: Now, as yesterday, the same Thou art, and wilt for ever be; Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy blood was shed for me.
3 Nothing have I, Lord, to pay, Nor can thy grace procure, Empty send me not away, For I, thou know'st, am poor: Dust and ashes is my name, My all is sin and misery; Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy blood was shed for me.
4 No good word, or work, or thought, Bring I to gain thy grace; Pardon I accept unbought, Thy proffer I embrace, Coming, as at first I came, To take, and not bestow on thee; Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy blood was shed for me.
5 Saviour, from thy wounded side I never will depart; Here will I my spirit hide When I am pure in heart: Till my place above I claim, This only shall be all my plea, Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy blood was shed for me.
