O Thou Who dost to man accordHis highest prize, his best reward,Thou Hope of all our race;Jesu, to Thee we now draw near,Our earnest supplications hear,Who humbly seek Thy face.
With self accusing voice within,Our conscience tells of many a sinIn thought, and word, and deed:O cleanse that conscience from all stain,The penitent restore again,From every burthen freed.
If Thou reject us, who shall giveOur fainting spirits strength to live?’Tis Thine alone to spare;With cleansèd hearts to pray aright,And find acceptance in Thy sight,Be this our lowly prayer.
’This Thou has blest this solemn fast;So may its days by us be passedIn self control severe,That, when our Easter morn we hailIts mystic feast we may not failTo keep with conscience clear.
O blessèd Trinity, bestowThy pardoning grace on us below,And shield us evermore;Until, within Thy courts above,We see Thy face, and sing Thy love,And with Thy saints adore.