Before the Lord
There are no excuses
Just a hideous record
Of loathsome abuses
Entering prayer
I blush and quiver
For only Jesus Christ
At length can deliver
A consuming fire
And a sovereign will
Glimpse of eternal Glory
Persist in being still
All of my hope
Stays with thee
There is no good
Inside of me
Pray You will save
Part from the grave
A solemn desire,
Near to the fire
Grant me strength
That I may carry on
The cross in view
Walking after You
Anon's Record 