5 Thus did the Saviour of our race: Himself, the Bread of Life, he gave; He clothed us with his righteousness, And broke the fetters from the slave. 869. C. M. S. Streeter. Humiliation and Prayer. 1 Here in thy temple, Lord, we meet, And bow before thy throne; Abased and guilty, at thy feet We seek thy grace alone. 2 Our sins rise up in dread array, And fill our hearts with fear; Our trembling spirits melt away, But find no helper near. 3 O, send thy pity from on high With pardon all-divine; Bring now thy gracious spirit nigh, And make us wholly thine. 4 We humbly mourn our follies past, Each guilty path deplore; Resolved, while feeble life shall last, To tread those paths no more. 870. C. M. Anonymous. The Same. 1 Now let our prayers ascend to thee, Thou great and holy One; Above the world raise thou our hearts; In us, thy will be done. 2 O, let us feel how frail we are, How much we need thy grace; O, strengthen, Lord, our fainting souls, While here we seek thy face. 3 Our sins, alas! before thee rise; Thou knowest all our guilt; Let not our faith, our hope, our trust, On earthly things be built. 4 Forgive our sins, thy spirit grant, Let love our souls refine, And heavenly peace and holy hope Assure that we are thine. 871. S. M. Drummond. "Is it such a fast that I have chosen?" 1 "Is this a fast for me?"-- Thus saith the Lord our God;-- "A day for man to vex his soul, And feel affliction's rod?-- 2 "Like bulrush low to bow His sorrow-stricken head, With sackcloth for his inner vest, And ashes round him spread? 3 "Shall day like this have power To stay th' avenging hand, Efface transgression, or avert My judgments from the land? 4 "No; is not this alone The sacred fast I choose,-- Oppression's yoke be burst in twain, The bands of guilt unloose?-- 5 "To nakedness and want Your food and raiment deal, To dwell your kindred race among, And all their sufferings heal? 6 "Then, like the morning ray, Shall spring your health and light; Before you, righteousness shall shine, Behind, my glory bright!" 872. L. M. Dyer. Public Humiliation. 1 Great Maker of unnumbered worlds, And whom unnumbered worlds adore,-- Whose goodness all thy creatures share, While nature trembles at thy power,-- 2 Thine is the hand that moves the spheres, That wakes the wind, and lifts the sea; And man, who moves the lord of earth, Acts but the part assigned by thee.