tr., John Brownlie
Hear me, O Lord, in mercy hear,
And let my prayer like incense rise;
My spirit feels Thy presence near,
And rests upon Thy Sacrifice.
I have no need Thou can'st not meet,
There is no want that I can crave,
But, lo! I find it at Thy feet,
O Christ, Who cam'st my life to save.
'Tis pardon, Lord, my soul desires;
And cleansing, most of all, I need;
The strength the Holy Ghost inspires,
His joy to cheer, His light to lead.
That I may serve Thee as I ought,
And do Thy will from day to day;
Help me to live as Thou hast taught,
And grant the grace for which I pray.
O, I am poor, and weak, and blind --
My soul is empty and distressed;
But, Lord, I have the earnest mind,
And with Thy blessing, would be blest.