Jesus, hear my humble pleading,
Lowly at Thy feet I lie;
Thou for such art interceding
At the Father’s throne on high.
Friend of sinners, blessèd Savior,
Let me linger ’neath Thy cross;
Seeking there Thy gracious favor,
All things else I count but loss.
Near the mercy-seat abiding
Let my soul Thy glory see;
In Thy grace alone confiding,
Perfect peace I find in Thee.
Tune my heart to sing Thy praises
Till I join the heav’nly throng
Which through endless ages raises
Sweetest praise with harp and song.