THE PENITENT'S PRAYER.
TO Thee I come, to Thee I bow,
O Father, unto Thee!
Thy countenance upon me now
O let it lifted be!
My heart bowed down with care, with sin,
Would a new course to-night begin
Upon my bended knee.
O Father, unto Thee!
Thy countenance upon me now
O let it lifted be!
My heart bowed down with care, with sin,
Would a new course to-night begin
Upon my bended knee.
For every sinful thought I'd seek
Forgiveness at Thy shrine;
Here penitent and frail and weak,
I tremblingly resign
My heart; however unprepared
To meet Thee, Father, I have dared
To meet Thee, all divine.
Forgiveness at Thy shrine;
Here penitent and frail and weak,
I tremblingly resign
My heart; however unprepared
To meet Thee, Father, I have dared
To meet Thee, all divine.
With a keen sense of sin and pain,
Before Thee I appear;
O let my plea be not in vain,
But lend a listening ear.
With deep contrition I would claim
Salvation in my Saviour's name,
A faith undimmed and clear.
Before Thee I appear;
O let my plea be not in vain,
But lend a listening ear.
With deep contrition I would claim
Salvation in my Saviour's name,
A faith undimmed and clear.
