354 | Thou Thinkest, Lord, of Me. 8s & 6s
(633) Plead for Me.
O thou, the contrite sinner’s Friend,
Who loving, lov’st them to the end,
On this alone my hopes depend
That thou wilt plead for me.
Cho.—O Savior, plead for me,
O Savior, plead for me,
On this alone my hopes depend
That thou wilt plead for me.
2 When weary in the Christian race,
Far off appears my resting place,
And, fainting, I mistrust thy grace,
Then, Savior, plead for me.
3 When I have erred and gone astray,
Afar from thine and wisdom’s way,
And see no glimmering, guiding ray,
Still, Savior, plead for me.
4 When Satan, by my sins made bold,
Strives from thy cross to loose my hold,
Then with thy pitying arms enfold,
And plead, oh, plead for me!
5 And when my dying hour draws near,
Darkened with anguish, guilt and fear,
Then to my fainting sight appear,
Pleading in heaven for me.
Charlotte Elliott.