Dear Father, as I kneel in prayer to Thee
Grant that my sin I may more clearly see;
That I may be appalled by its immensity.
The very best accomplishment of mine
Stands not alone, but sin does e’er entwine;
It chokes out righteousness as tendrils from a vine.
With Paul I must in humbleness confess:
The good that I would say, I can’t express;
The evil which I hate breaks forth in wickedness.
Then Paul asks how he can from this be free;
The answer’s found, O Lord, alone in Thee:
The blood of Thy dear Son is all my hope and plea.
Forgive, O Father, ev’ry wayward thought,
The words and deeds I have in darkness wrought;
Help me to follow Thy commandments as I ought.
Destroy my pride, my trust in Thee increase.
The knowledge of Thy love makes unrest cease:
Christ’s righteousness brings me abiding joy and peace!