For the tempted
Lord
we pray;
For the souls that go astray;
Weak and weary
tempest tossed
Stars all hid
and compass lost;
Sailors on the dangerous seas—
God of love
we pray for these.
Thou didst make them
Thine are they;
When alluring forms are nigh
When a thousand voices cry
Loud and clear above them all
Let them hear Thy tender call.
For the souls that go astray
Beaten back by storm and sleet
Scorned by all they chance to meet;
On them let Thy mercy shine
Still remember they are Thine.
Dust and ashes—such are they?
Hear them while they make their moan
Thou canst save and Thou alone;
See
their feet are on the sands;
Christ of Calvary
hold their hands.
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