Lord, like the Publican I Stand

Lord, like the publican I stand,
and lift my heart to thee;
thy pard'ning grace, O God, command,
be merciful to me.

I smite upon my anxious breast,
o'erwhelmed with agony;
O save my soul by sin oppressed,
be merciful to me.

My guilt, my shame, I all confess:
I have no hope nor plea
but Jesus' blood and righteousness:
be merciful to me.

Here at thy cross I still would wait,
nor from its shelter flee,
till thou, O God, in mercy great,
art merciful to me.