A friend of tax collectors and sinners. Luke 7:34
Friend of sinners, hear my plea,
God be merciful to me;
Sinful though my heart be found,
Let Thy grace much more abound;
In the riches of Thy grace
Finds my soul its resting place.
Cleanse and clothe this heart of mine
With Thy righteousness divine.
Then, my advocate with God,
Grant forgiveness thro’ Thy blood;
With my heart I now believe,
Thy atonement I receive;
Freely with my mouth confess
Thee, my Lord, my righteousness.
Now I glory in Thy cross,
What was gain I count but loss;
Count but shame my former pride,
Self with Thee is crucified;
Cleanse me, clothe me in the dress
Of Thy spotless righteousness.
Trusting Thee, O Christ, my king,
Shall my soul Thy praises sing;
Saved by Thee, Thou Holy One;
Not by works which I have done;
Heart and tongue confess again,
Thine the glory, Lord, Amen.