A BROKEN AND A CONTRITE HEART, O GOD, THOU WILT NOT DESPISE

O God, whose dread and dazzling brow

Love never yet forsook!

On those who seek thy presence now

In deep compassion look.

Aid our weak steps and eyesight dim

The paths of peace to find,

And lead us all to learn of Him

Who died to save mankind.

For many a frail and erring heart

Is in thy holy sight,

And feet too willing to depart

From the plain way of right.

Yet, pleased the humble prayer to hear,

And kind to all that live,

Thou, when thou seest the contrite tear,

Art ready to forgive.