And when I stand before Thy throne, Still be my righteousness alone To hide myself in Thee. Edward Henry Bickersteth. 1858. CCXXIII. When at Thy footstool, Lord, I bend, And for His sake receive my prayer. O think not of my shame and guilt, My thousand stains of deepest dye; Think, Lord, how I am still Thy own, O think upon Thy holy word, And every plighted promise there ; O think not of my doubts and fears, And let His merits stand for mine. Thine eye, Thine ear, they are not dull; Behold me here; my heart is full; CCXXIV. As o'er the past my memory strays, The world, and worldly things beloved, Yet, holy Father, wild despair Chase from my labouring breast! Thy grace it is, which prompts the prayer; That grace can do the rest. My life's brief remnant all be Thine ! And, when Thy sure decree Bids me this fleeting breath resign, O, speed my soul to Thee! Bishop Thomas Fanshaw Middleton. [1831.] CCXXV. Forth from the dark and stormy sky, Long have we roam'd in want and pain; Bishop Reginald Heber. 1827. CCXXVI. O Lord, turn not Thy face away We need not to confess our fault, And need we then, O Lord, repeat The thing that we would have? Mercy, O Lord, mercy we ask, This is the total sum; For mercy, Lord, is all our prayer ; O let Thy mercy come ! Variation by Bishop Reginald Heber. 1827. From John Mardley. 1562. VI. "AND LEAD US NOT INTO TEMPTATION; BUT DELIVER US FROM EVIL." CCXXVII. Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us Every blessing, If our God our Father be. Saviour, breathe forgiveness o'er us ; All our weakness Thou dost know; Faint and weary, Spirit of our God, descending, Fill our hearts with heavenly joy; Pardon'd, guided, Nothing can our peace destroy. James Edmeston. 1820. CCXXVIII. Jesu! guide our way To eternal day! So shall we, no more delaying, Lead us by Thy hand To our Father's land! When we danger meet, Stedfast make our feet! Lord, preserve us uncomplaining 'Mid the darkness round us reigning! Through adversity Lies our way to Thee. Order all our way Through this mortal day; In our toil with aid be near us; In our need with succour cheer us; Open Thou the door! Arthur Tozer Russell. 1851. From Louis, Count Zinzendorf. CCXXIX. Star of morn and even, R |