818. S. M. Miss Fletcher. The Same.
1 We come to thee, O God,
With hushed and solemn strain;
We come to plead for those who lie
Bound with the prisoner's chain.
2 O, give them contrite hearts,
To feel their fearful sin,
And give to us a patient faith
Those erring ones to win.
3 Give us to love thy law,
The paths of vice to shun,
But never harshly dare to spurn
The suffering sinful one.