Unworthy I am Lord My Lord my God Saviour, May I draw nearer to Thee Lord? With all my sinful load.

My sins do press on me With my uncleansed heart, How sorrowful this may be Lord? In this Thy Holy sight.

Do I move to the grave, In this my hopeless state? I have joy in Thy painful death For me the miserable.

The blood which Thou has shed Which is free given grace Can clean me a sinner so bad; Can soften hardened heart..

I worship at Thy feet, Forgive to me my sins, Here I'll not arise on my knees Till Thou shalt say "Arise".