Show pity
Lord
for we are frail and faint;
We fade away
O list to our complaint;
We fade away like flowers in the sun
We just begin
and then our work is done.
Show pity
Lord
our souls are sore distressed;
As troubled seas
our natures have no rest;
As troubled seas
that surging
beat the shore
And throb and heave
ever and evermore.
Show pity
Lord
our grief is in our sin;
We would be cleansed
O make us pure within;
We would be cleansed
for this we cry to Thee;
Thy word of love can make the conscience free.
Show pity
Lord: Inspire our hearts with love;
That holy love which draws the soul above;
That holy love which makes us one with Thee
And with Thy saints through all eternity.