O Thou Who Dost to Man Accord

O Thou who dost to man ac­cord

His high­est prize

his best re­ward

Thou hope of all our race;

Jesu

to Thee we now draw near

Our ear­nest sup­pli­ca­tions hear

Who hum­bly seek Thy face.

With self ac­cus­ing voice with­in

Our con­science tells of ma­ny a sin

In thought

and word

and deed:

O cleanse that con­science from all stain

The pe­ni­tent re­store again

From ev­ery bur­den freed.

If Thou reject us

who shall give

Our faint­ing spir­its strength to live?

’Tis Thine alone to spare;

With cleans­èd hearts to pray aright

And find ac­cept­ance in Thy sight

Be this our low­ly pray­er.

’Tis Thou has blest this so­lemn fast;

So may its days by us be passed

In self con­trol sev­ere

That

when our East­er morn we hail

Its mys­tic feast we may not fail

To keep with con­science clear.

O bless­èd Tri­ni­ty

be­stow

Thy par­don­ing grace on us be­low

And shield us ev­er­more;

Until

with­in Thy courts ab­ove

We see Thy face

and sing Thy love

And with Thy saints ad­ore.