Lord on Thy promise I rely,
That Thou wilt hear a sinner’s cry,
In every trying time of need,
And show Thy­self the friend indeed.

To count Thy mercies I begin,
When, lo, a voice comes from within—
Where shall the countless blessings end,
Which Thou to me dost daily send?

Condemned by that most sacred law,
Which broken is each breath I draw?
Lord, only on Thy grace I lean,
Thou canst the guilty soul make clean.

Lo, at Thy feet I humbly fall,
And for Thy mercy great I call,
O turn to me Thy smiling face,
Send me the fullness of Thy grace.