O Lord of mercy, by whose grace
The sinner seeks the Father’s face,
And finds a welcome there;
When fears the trembling soul distress,
And sins the aching heart oppress,
O Lord of mercy, spare.
III
And say to Him who loves Thee best,
And sent Thee to a world distressed,
His blessing to impart, —
“Hear Thou the sinner’s mournful cries,
Accept his preferred sacrifice,
A broken, contrite heart.”
IV
Blest Spirit, who in holy flame,
At Pentecost all powerful came, —
Our sin-stained souls renew;
And by Thine all-consuming fire,
Consume our sin and vile desire,
And make us pure and true.
V
To God who dwells in highest heaven,
Be endless praise and glory given, —
And praise to Christ the Son.
And to the Holy Spirit blest,
For comfort and for gifts the best, —
Immortal Three in One.
I
By Thine own hand the gift was given
Of wealth, and hope of highest heaven;
But, fool at heart, Thy grace was spurned,
And from my Father’s house I turned.
II
O, hear my plaint, I cry to Thee;
Be pitiful, and pardon me,
For I have sinned; O, give me grace
To seek in penitence Thy face.
III
Yea, I repent in anguish low;
Give me again Thy love to know;
And if a servant’s place remain,
Take me in mercy back again.
I
Lord, Thou art good and kind,
And full of tender grace;
Now make Thy countenance to shine,
And let me see Thy face.
II
For O, my heart is sad,
Because my sin I know;
And though I strive, I fail,
And still ungodly grow.
III
And all my aims are lost,
And all my striving vain, —
Wilt Thou refresh my soul,
And visit me again?
IV
’Tis morning when the sun
Upon the mountain glows;
’Tis evening when the shade
Upon the valleys grows;
V
And when Thy face I see,
’Tis morning in my soul;
But when Thou turn’st away,
The evening shadows roll.
VI
And night comes on apace,
And all forlorn I sigh; —
O, bid the morning dawn,
Look on me lest I die.
VII
O, Thou art good and kind,