| Before Thy throne, O God, we kneel;Give us a conscience quick to feel,
 A ready mind to understand
 The meaning of Thy chastening hand;
 Whate’er the pain and shame may be,
 Bring us, O Father, nearer Thee.
 Search out our hearts and make us true,Wishful to give to all their due;
 From love of pleasure, lust of gold,
 From sins which make the heart grow cold,
 Wean us and train us with Thy rod;
 Teach us to know our faults, O God.
 For sins of heedless word and deed,For pride ambitious to succeed;
 For crafty trade and subtle snare
 To catch the simple unaware;
 For lives bereft of purpose high,
 Forgive, forgive, O Lord, we cry.
 Let the fierce fires, which burn and try,Our inmost spirits purify:
 Consume the ill; purge out the shame;
 O God! be with us in the flame;
 A newborn people may we rise,
 More pure, more true, more nobly wise.
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