8, 8, 6, 8, 8, 6 (C. P. M.) I do not come because my soul Is free from sin and pure and whole, And worthy of Thy grace; I do not speak to Thee because I’ve ever justly kept Thy laws And dare to meet Thy face. 2. I know that sin and guilt combine To reign o’er every thought of mine And turn from good to ill; I know that when I try to be Upright and just and true to Thee, I am a sinner still. 3. I know that often when I strive To keep a spark of love alive For Thee, the powers within Leap up in unsubmissive might And oft benumb my sense of right And pull me back to sin. 4. I know that, though in doing good I spend my life, I never could Atone for all I’ve done; But though my sins are black as night, I dare to come before Thy sight Because I trust Thy Son. 5. In Him alone my trust I place, Come boldly to Thy throne of grace, And there commune with Thee. Salvation sure, O Lord, is mine, And, all unworthy, I am Thine, For Jesus died for me. F. B. St. John, 1878. 317 8, 7, 7, 8, 7, 7 O how great is Thy compassion, Faithful Father, God of grace, That upon our wretchedness, That upon man’s sinful station Thou took’st pity, so that we Might be saved eternally! 2. Thy great love for this hath striven That man from all pain shall free And forever blessed be. Yea, Thy Son Himself hath given And extends an earnest call To His Supper unto all. 3. And for this our soul’s salvation Voucheth Thy good Spirit, Lord, In Thy Sacraments and Word; He doth prosper Thy vocation, Granteth us the gift of faith That we fear nor hell nor death. 4. Lord, Thy mercy will not leave me,— Truth doth evermore abide,— Then in Thee I will confide; Since Thy Word cannot deceive me, My salvation is to me Well assured eternally. 5. I will praise Thy great compassion, Faithful Father, God of grace, That upon my wretchedness, That upon my sinful station Thou took’st pity graciously; Evermore be praise to Thee! J. Olearius, 1671; A. Crull, tr. 318 L. M. Just as I am, without one plea But that Thy blood was shed for me And that Thou bid’st me come to Thee, O Lamb of God, I come, I come. 2. Just as I am and waiting not To rid my soul of one dark blot, To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot, O Lamb of God, I come, I come.