O Thou Who dost to man
accord
His highest prize, his
best reward,
Thou Hope of all our
race;
Jesu, to Thee we now draw
near,
Our earnest supplications
hear,
Who humbly seek Thy face.
With self accusing voice
within,
Our conscience tells of
many a sin
In thought, and word, and
deed:
O cleanse that conscience
from all stain,
The penitent restore
again,
From every burthen freed.
If Thou reject us, who
shall give
Our fainting spirits
strength to live?
�Tis Thine alone to
spare;
With cleans�d hearts to
pray aright,
And find acceptance in
Thy sight,
Be this our lowly prayer.
�This Thou has blest
this solemn fast;
So may its days by us be
passed
In self control severe,
That, when our Easter
morn we hail
Its mystic feast we may
not fail
To keep with conscience
clear.
O bless�d Trinity,
bestow
Thy pardoning grace on us
below,
And shield us evermore;
Until, within Thy courts
above,
We see Thy face, and sing
Thy love,
And with Thy saints
adore.
