O Lord, here I with tarnished soul
Bow lowly in Thy sight.
My Master, far from Thee I’ve drawn;
I come back to the light.
O Lord, here I with tear-stained face
Hand Thee my garments, red,
And Father, I would come, partake
Of Thine, the Living Bread.
And God, Thy child hath done much sin
And would shrink from Thy grace;
But Thou would pull her to Thy breast,
And kiss her blesse’d face.
My God, Thou would from her sore heart,
Tear all the sin and strife.
And Master, grant her Thine own peace
And gift celestial life.
7.30.17
Bow lowly in Thy sight.
My Master, far from Thee I’ve drawn;
I come back to the light.
O Lord, here I with tear-stained face
Hand Thee my garments, red,
And Father, I would come, partake
Of Thine, the Living Bread.
And God, Thy child hath done much sin
And would shrink from Thy grace;
But Thou would pull her to Thy breast,
And kiss her blesse’d face.
My God, Thou would from her sore heart,
Tear all the sin and strife.
And Master, grant her Thine own peace
And gift celestial life.
7.30.17
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