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LORD, turn not Thy face away
From them that lowly lie, Lamenting sore their finful life
With tears and bitter cry;
To them that mourn their sin;
But let us enter in.
We need not to confess our fault,
For surely Thou canst tell
Thou knowest very well :
With tears we come to Thee, As children that have done amiss
Fall at their father's knee.
And need we then, O Lord, repeat
The blessing which we crave,
The thing that we would have ?
This is the total sum; For mercy, Lord, is all our prayer; 0 let Thy mercy come!
Variation by Bishop Heber. 1827.
From John Mardly. 1562. HELP us, Lord ! each hour of need,
Thy heavenly succor give ;
Each hour on earth we live!
O help us when our spirits bleed
With contrite anguish sore ;
O help us, Lord, the more! ·
O help us, through the prayer of faith,
More firmly to believe ;
The more shall he receive.
If strangers to Thy fold we call,
Imploring at Thy feet
'Tis all we dare entreat.
But be it, Lord of mercy, all,
So Thou wilt grant but this :
Are light and life and bliss.
O help us, Jesus, from on high !
We know no help but Thee:
H. H. Milman.
Thy crown of joy upon his head,
Thy light upon his face, Through storms and strife thy Christ could tread
On to the happy place.
And though the cross were sharp and high,
The lifted Lord could see
His love's last energy.
Help me, O God! to seek, to win,
Through struggles and through prayer, The faith which frees my soul from sin,
And brings Thy blessing there.
So shall my cross of conquered shame
My fainting brothers raise ;
Around my path of praise.
W H ILE Thee I seek, protecting Power,
V Be my vain wishes stilled ; And may this consecrated hour
With better hopes be filled.
Thy love the power of thought bestowed ;
To Thee my thoughts would soar ; Thy mercy o’er my life has flowed ;
That mercy I adore.
In each event of life, how clear
Thy ruling hand I see !
Because conferred by Thee.
In every joy that crowns my days,
In every pain I bear,
Or seek relief in prayer.
ON LEAVING HOME FOR A MILDER CLIMATE. “My presence shall go with thee, and I will give thee rest.” — Exodus xxxiii. 14.
THIS gracious promise, Lord, fulfil,
1 Now that I leave a home so dear; My soul's sweet home is present still,
If Thou art near.