Before thy throne with tearful eyes,

My gracious Lord, I humbly fall;

To thee my weary spirit flies,

For thy forgiving love I call.

2 How free thy mercy overflows,

When sinners on thy grace rely!

Thy tender love no limit knows;

O, save me—justly doomed to die!

3 Yes! thou wilt save; my soul is free!

The gloom of sin is fled away;

My tongue breaks forth in praise to thee,

And all my powers thy word obey.

4 Hence while I wrestle with my foes—

The world, the flesh, the hosts of hell—

Sustain thou me till conflicts close,

Then endless songs my thanks shall tell.