A beggar poor, at mercy's door, Lies such a wretch as I; Thou know'st my need is great indeed, Lord hear me when I cry. With guilt beset and deep in debt, For pardon Lord I pray; O let Thy love sufficient prove, To take my sins away. A wicked heart is no small part, Of my distress and shame; Let sovereign grace its crimes efface, Through Jesus' blessed name. My darkened mind I daily find, Is prone to go astray; Lord on it shine with light divine, And guide it in Thy way. My stubborn will opposes still, Thy wise and holy hand; Thy Spirit send to make it bend To Thy supreme command. Affections wild by sin defiled, Oft hurry me away; Lord bring them home nor let them roam, From Christ the Living Way. Before Thy face I've told my case; Lord help and mercy send; Pity my soul and make me whole, And love me to the end.