<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408200" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When at Thy Footstool, Lord, I Bend</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When at Thy footstool, Lord, I bend,<br>And plead with Thee for mercy there,<br>Think of the sinner’s dying Friend,<br>And for His sake receive my prayer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O think not of my shame and guilt,<br>My thousand stains of deepest dye;<br>Think of the blood which Jesus spilt,<br>And let that blood my pardon buy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Think, Lord, how I am still Thine own,<br>The trembling creature of Thy hand;<br>Think how my heart to sin is prone,<br>And what temptations round me stand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O think upon Thy holy Word,<br>And every plighted promise there;<br>How prayer should evermore be heard,<br>And how Thy glory is to spare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O think not of my doubts and fears,<br>My strivings with Thy grace divine;<br>Think upon Jesus’ woes and tears,<br>And let His merits stand for mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thine eyes, Thine ear, they are not dull;<br>Thine arm can never shortened be;<br>Behold me here; my heart is full;<br>Behold, and spare, and succor me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Francis+Lyte">Henry Francis Lyte</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408200" data-title="When at Thy Footstool, Lord, I Bend de Henry Francis Lyte" data-description="When at Thy footstool, Lord, I bend, And plead with Thee for mercy there, Think of the sinner’s dying Friend, And for His sake receive my prayer. O think not of my shame and guilt, My thousand stains of deepest dye; Think of the blood which Jes..."></div> </div> </div>

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