Lord, I'm oppress'd ! O undertake

Lord, I'm oppress'd! O undertake
For me, for my Redeemer's sake!
Unclean, unworthy, — I confess,
Yet oh! accept His righteousness!

On Him alone I dare repose,
From Him alone my comfort flows,
And all I am, or hope to be,
I owe— thro' Him — my God, to Thee!

A wanderer — His mercy sought!
A slave — His blood my freedom bought!
And dead in trespasses and sin,
His voice awoke life's pulse within!

Hear such a monument of grace
Presuming thus to seek Thy face,
Accept my prayer, and for Thy Son
O perfect Thou the work begun!

Low at Thy footstool, Lord, I lie,
Smile on me here or else I die,
Smile on me! — nor let sin destroy
The bursting blossoms of my joy.

Since faint and feeble, weak and low,
I cannot stay, yet dare not go:
I have no strength, no hope no plea,
Unless Thou undertake for me!