Esther 5:2: The king held out to Esther the golden sceptre

I Immortal King, with pity see,
And hear a suppliant sinner groan,
Mercy extend to me, to me.
Who venturing on a God unknown,

Prostrate before Thy footstool lie,
And by Thy sentence live or die.

Thy sceptre of redeeming love
Reach out, my trembling soul to raise,
My dread of endless death remove.

To magnify Thy pardoning grace,
And make, in honour of Thy Son,
A beggar partner of Thy throne.