When first, o'erwhelmed with sin and shame

When first, o'erwhelmed with sin and shame, To Jesus' Cross I trembling came, Burdened with guilt, and full of fear, Yet drawn by love to venture near, Pardon I found, and peace with God, In Jesus' rich, atoning blood.

My sin is gone, my fear is o'er, I shun God's presence now no more; He sits upon the throne of grace, He bids me boldly seek His face: Sprinkled upon the throne of God I see that rich, atoning blood.

Here I can rest without a fear; By this, to God I now draw near; By this, I triumph over sin, For this has made and keeps me clean; And when I reach the throne of God I'll praise that rich, atoning blood.