Classic Poem

Before thy throne with tearful eyes,
My gracious Lord, I humbly fall;
To thee my weary spirit flies,
For thy forgiving love I call.

I know thy mercy overflows,
When sinners on thy grace rely;
Thy tender love no limit knows;
Oh save me — justly doomed to die!

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.

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.