1 Jesus, my Lord, attend
Thy fallen creature's cry;
And shew thyself the sinner's friend,
And set me up on high.
From hell's oppressive pow'r,
My struggling soul release;
And to thy Father's grace restore,
And to thy perfect peace.

2 Thy blood and righteousness
I make my only plea;
My present and eternal peace
Are both deriv'd from thee.
Rivers of life divine
From thee, their fountain, flow,
And all who know that love of thine,
The joy of angels know.

3 Come then, impute, impart
To me thy righteousness,
And let me taste how good thou art,
How full of truth and grace:
That thou can'st here forgive,
Grant me to testify,
And justified by faith to live,
And in that faith to die.