best,--
Immortal Three in One.

I

By Thine own hand the gift was given
Of wealth, and hope of highest heaven;
But, fool at heart, Thy grace was spurned,
And from my Father's house I turned.

II

O, hear my plaint, I cry to Thee;
Be pitiful, and pardon me,
For I have sinned; O, give me grace
To seek in penitence Thy face.

III

Yea, I repent in anguish low;
Give me again Thy love to know;
And if a servant's place remain,
Take me in mercy back again.

I

Lord, Thou art good and kind,
And full of tender grace;
Now make Thy countenance to shine,
And let me see Thy face.

II

For O, my heart is sad,
Because my sin I know;
And though I strive, I fail,
And still ungodly grow.

III

And all my aims are lost,
And all my striving vain,--
Wilt Thou refresh my soul,
And visit me again?

IV

'Tis morning when the sun
Upon the mountain glows;
'Tis evening when the shade
Upon the valleys grows;

V

And when Thy face I see,
'Tis morning in my soul;
But when Thou turn'st away,
The evening shadows roll.

VI

And night comes on apace,
And all forlorn I sigh;--
O, bid the morning dawn,
Look on me lest I die.

VII

O, Thou art good and kind,
And full of tender grace;
Now make Thy countenance to shine,
And let me see Thy face.

I

O Lord of Life, when mortals call,
And freedom seek from earthly thrall,
Hear Thou in heaven and save us all,
In mercy, Lord.

II

O Full of Mercy, when we groan,
Because of sin our spirits own,
Hear, who for sinners didst atone,
In mercy, Lord.

III

O Full of Pity, when we bear
To Thy blest feet our cankering care,
Take of our weary load a share,
In mercy, Lord.

IV