J. D. Carlyle
LORD, when we bend before Thy throne
And our confessions pour;
Teach us to feel the sins we own,
And hate what we deplore.
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Our broken spirits pitying see,
True penitence impart;
And let a brightening ray from Thee
Beam peace upon the heart.
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When we disclose our wants in prayer
May we our wills resign,
And not a thought our bosoms share
Which is not wholly Thine.
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Let faith each meek petition fill,
And waft it to the skies;
And teach our hearts ’tis goodness still
That grants it or denies.