Who shall yet return from high,
Rob'd in might and majesty,
Hear us, help us, when we cry,
Jesus, hear and save!
HYMN 73.
Lord, when we bend before Thy throne,
And our confessions pour,
Teach us to feel the sins we own,
And hate what we deplore.
Our broken spirits pitying see;
True penitence impart;
And let a healing ray from Thee,
Beam hope upon the heart.
When we disclose our wants in pray'r,
May we our wills resign,
And not a thought our bosom share,
That is not wholly Thine.
May faith each weak petition fill,
And waft it to the skies;
And teach our hearts 'tis goodness still
That grants it, or denies.
HYMN 74.
Look down O Lord, and on our youth
Bestow They gifts of Heav'nly grace;
And let the seed of sacred truth
Find in our minds a fruitful place:
