II O Lord of mercy, by whose grace The sinner seeks the Father's face, And finds a welcome there; When fears the trembling soul distress, And sins the aching heart oppress, O Lord of mercy, spare. III And say to Him who loves Thee best, And sent Thee to a world distressed, His blessing to impart,-- "Hear Thou the sinner's mournful cries, Accept his preferred sacrifice, A broken, contrite heart." IV Blest Spirit, who in holy flame, At Pentecost all powerful came,-- Our sin-stained souls renew; And by Thine all-consuming fire, Consume our sin and vile desire, And make us pure and true. V To God who dwells in highest heaven, Be endless praise and glory given,-- And praise to Christ the Son. And to the Holy Spirit blest, For comfort and for gifts the best,-- Immortal Three in One. I By Thine own hand the gift was given Of wealth, and hope of highest heaven; But, fool at heart, Thy grace was spurned, And from my Father's house I turned. II O, hear my plaint, I cry to Thee; Be pitiful, and pardon me, For I have sinned; O, give me grace To seek in penitence Thy face. III Yea, I repent in anguish low; Give me again Thy love to know; And if a servant's place remain, Take me in mercy back again. I Lord, Thou art good and kind, And full of tender grace; Now make Thy countenance to shine, And let me see Thy face. II For O, my heart is sad, Because my sin I know; And though I strive, I fail, And still ungodly grow. III And all my aims are lost, And all my striving vain,-- Wilt Thou refresh my soul, And visit me again? IV 'Tis morning when the sun Upon the mountain glows; 'Tis evening when the shade Upon the valleys grows; V And when Thy face I see, 'Tis morning in my soul; But when Thou turn'st away, The evening shadows roll. VI And night comes on apace, And all forlorn I sigh;-- O, bid the morning dawn, Look on me lest I die. VII O, Thou art good and kind, And full of tender grace; Now make Thy countenance to shine, And let me see Thy face. I