Father, I scarce­ly dare to pray,
So clear I see, now it is done,
How I have wast­ed half my day,
And left my work but just be­gun.
So clear I see that things I thought
Were right or harm­less were a sin;
So clear I see that I have sought,
Unconscious, self­ish aims to win.

So clear I see that I have hurt
The souls I might have helped to save;
That I have sloth­ful been, inert,
Deaf to the calls Thy lead­ers gave.
In out­skirts of Thy king­doms vast
Father, the hum­blest spot give me;
Set me the low­li­est task Thou hast,
Let me re­pent­ant work for Thee.