Humbly Now, with Deep Contrition

Humbly now

with deep con­tri­tion

We Thy mer­cy

Lord

en­treat!

Now

as mourn­ing

weep­ing

kneel­ing

We bow down be­fore Thy feet.

Father

in the day of ang­uish

And of dark­ness

and of shame

Cling we to that pre­cious pro­mise

Made to us in Je­sus’ name.

For His sake—our great Re­deem­er—

Through His death of won­drous love

Dare we to ap­proach the foot­stool

Of Thy migh­ty throne above:

Dare we

stained with such dis­hon­or

Stained with sin

look up to Thee:

Dare we

with our loath­some gar­ments

To the source of glo­ry flee.

Dare we pray

with ea­ger voic­es

For Thy bless­ing and Thy grace;

For one ac­cent of for­giv­eness

For one glim­mer of Thy face.

Aye

through Him who bore in sor­row—

Bore in want

and woe

and strife—

This same weight of hu­man weak­ness

This same wea­ry hu­man life.

Thro’ His name

and by His mer­its

Whom we wor­ship and adore

For His bless­èd sake

we pray Thee

Hear us—spare us ev­er­more.

By His hour of mor­tal weak­ness

Give Thine err­ing child­ren strength

That they bear the bur­den brave­ly

That they win the crown at length.