Prostrate Dear Jesus at Thy Feet { Prostrate Dear Jesus at Thy Feet ARMAGH-James Turle MANOAH-Franz Joseph Haydn CHESTERFIELD-Thomas Haweis Prostrate, Dear Jesus, at Thy Feet } Prostrate, dear Jesus, at thy feet A guilty rebel lies; And upward to thy mercy seat Presumes to lift his eyes. If tears of sorrow would suffice To pay the debt I owe, Tears should from both my weeping eyes In ceaseless torrents flow. But no such sacrifice I plead To expiate my guilt; No tears, but those which thou hast shed, No blood, but thou hast spilt. Think of thy sorrows, dearest Lord! And all my sins forgive: Justice will well approve the word That bids the sinner live.