I

O destitute of all defence,

We bow before Thee now;

In mercy let Thy mercy come,

For merciful art Thou.

II

Our trusting souls in quiet repose

Would rest Thy love within;—

O be not angry with us, Lord,

Nor think upon our sin.

III

But from Thy high abode look down,

With tender love the while,

And save us from our foes who would

Our wayward hearts beguile.

IV

For, verily Thou art our God,

And we Thy people all;—

Hear us, the creatures of Thy hand,

When on Thy name we call.

V

To God the Father, God the Son,

All praise and glory be;

And to the Spirit, Three in One,

To all eternity.