1 Lord, like the publican I stand,
And lift my heart to Thee;
Thy pard'ning grace, O God, command;
Be merciful to me.
2 I smite upon my anxious breast,
O'erwhelmed with agony!
O save my soul by sin oppressed;
Be merciful to me.
3 My guilt, my shame, I all confess,
I have no hope nor plea
But Jesus' blood and righteousness,
Be merciful to me.
4 Here at Thy cross I still would wait,
Nor from its shelter flee,
Till Thou, O God, in mercy great,
Art merciful to me.
