God of my sal­va­tion, hear
And help me to believe;
Simply do I now draw near
Thy blessing to receive;
Full of guilt, alas! I am,
But to Thy wounds for refuge flee;
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me.

Standing now as newly slain,
To Thee I lift mine eye,
Balm of all my grief and pain,
Thy blood 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.

Full of truth and grace Thou art,
And here is all my hope;
False and foul as hell my heart
To Thee I offer up;
Thou wast given to redeem
My soul from all iniquity;
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me.

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.

Without money, without price.
I come Thy love to buy;
From myself I turn my eyes,
The chief of sinners I;
Take, O take me as I am,
And let me lose myself in Thee;
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me.

No good work, or word, 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.

Jesu, unto Thee my sin
I quietly confess,
Till Thy blood shall wash me clean
From all unright­eous­ness;
From the slightest touch of blame
My spirit, soul, and body free;
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me.

Savior, 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.