When I in grief to Thee draw nigh,
And mourn my guilt with bitter cry,
Of thy free grace Thou wip’st away
Sin’s dread array,
Which on my soul a burden lay.
Oh! when thy Father’s wrath doth burn,
For all those sins which grieve me,
Then, Jesus, to thy tears I turn,
For they can still relieve me:
With God they such acceptance win,