102 Oppressed by sin, O Lord, to Thee I come in my affliction

1 Oppressed by sin, O Lord, to Thee I come in my affliction: O, full of pity, look on me, Impart Thy benediction. My sins are great, where shall I flee? The blood of Jesus speaks for me; For all our sins He carried. 2 Repentant at Thy feet I fall, To Thy cross humbly clinging, O Jesus, hear me when I call, My wants before Thee bringing. My trust is in Thy grace and powers; For all was finished in that hour, When Thou didst make atonement. 3 When I approach Thine altar, Lord, May I this comfort cherish, That on the cross Thy blood was poured For me, lest I should perish. Thou didst for me God's law fulfill, That holy joy my heart might thrill When on Thy love I'm feasting. 4 Be Thou my shield 'gainst Satan's power, Whene'er he would assail me; The victor's crown, when comes death's hour, O let it never fail me! Lord Jesus, Thou who savedst me, My life I would devote to Thee, To praise Thy name forever.