tr., John Brownlie

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.