| Song | When At Thy Footstool Lord |
| Album | Pentecostal And Apostolic Hymns 3 |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
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| Tags | When At Thy Footstool Lord |
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When At Thy Footstool, Lord, I Bend,
And Plead With Thee For Mercy There,
Think Of The Sinner’s Dying Friend,
And For His Sake Receive My Prayer
Oh Think Not Of My Shame And Guilt,
My Thousand Stains Of Deepest Dye;
Think Of The Blood Which Jesus Split
My Pardon And My Life To Buy
Think, Lord, How I Am Still Thine Own,
The Trembling Creature Of Thy Hand;
Think How My Heart To Sin Is Prone,
And What Temptations Round Me Stand
Oh Think Upon Thy Holy Word,
And Every Plighted Promise There;
How Prayer Should Evermore Be Heard,
And How Thy Glory Is To Spare
Oh Think Not Of My Doubts And Fears,
My Strivings With Thy Grace Divine,
Think Upon Jesus’ Woes And Tears,
And Let His Merits Stand For Mine
Thine Eye, Thine Ear, They Are Not Dull
Thine Arm Can Never Shortened Be;
Behold Me Here; My Heart Is Full;
Behold, And Spare, And Succour Me
