Cântăre At thy feet I fall

O Lamb of God! Thou wonderful sin-bearer,

Hard after Thee my soul doth follow on;

As pants the hart for streams in desert dreary,

So pants my soul for Thee, O Thou life-giving One.



R: At Thy feet I fall,

Yield Thee up my all,

To suffer, live, or die

For my Lord crucified.



I mourn, I mourn the sin that drove Thee from me,

And blackest darkness brought into my soul;

Now I renounce the cursed sin that hindered,

And come once more to Thee, to be made fully whole.



Descend the heav’ns, Thou whom my soul adoreth!

Oh, come just now, fill my poor longing breast;

For Thee, for Thee, I watch, as for the morning!

Apart from Thee, I find neither joy, peace, nor rest.



Come, Holy Ghost, Thy mighty aid bestowing,

Destroy the works of sin, the self, the pride;

Burn, burn in me, my idols overthrowing;

Prepare my heart for Him—for my Lord crucified.