God of my salvation, hear, And help me to believe; Simply do I now draw near, Thy blessing to receive: Full of guilt alas! I am, But to thy wounds for refuge flee: Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy blood was shed for me. No good word, or work, or thought, Bring I to buy thy grace: Pardon I accept unbought, Thy proffer I embrace: Coming, as at first I came, To take and not bestow on thee: Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy blood was shed for me. Savior from thy wounded side, I never will depart; Here will I my spirit hide, When I am pure in heart, Till my place above I claim, This only shall be all my plea, Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy blood was shed for me.