OUR sins are many, and we sigh | |
| For that we hearkened not to Thee | |
| When all the time we knew Thee nigh, | |
| But proud in our prosperity | |
| We went our ways with head on high. | 5 |
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| Now wasted is our strength, and we | |
| Are like an armless soldier grown; | |
| All that our fathers wrought for Thee | |
| Is nought, and now we stand alone | |
| In shame and dire infirmity. | 10 |
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| We are like stubble on the plain | |
| That no one seeks to gather in | |
| Or load upon the harvest wain— | |
| Consuming fire will purge our sin | |
| And lead us pure to Thee again. | 15 |
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| O Lord, Thy seal accounts us Thine; | |
| Of yore when in our dire distress | |
| We craved Thy charity divine, | |
| Thou didst us with Thy mercy bless; | |
| O be Thou in this hour benign! | 20 |
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| The driven leaf let healing cure, | |
| Repent Thee for this human dust. | |
| O cleanse us that we may be pure, | |
| Let all our sins from Thee be thrust— | |
| Thy mercy is for ever sure! | 25 |
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