Now is the heal­ing time de­creed
For sins of heart, of word or deed,
When we in hum­ble fear re­cord
The wrong that we have done the Lord.

Who, al­ways mer­ci­ful and good,
Has borne so long our way­ward mood,
Nor cut us off un­spar­ing­ly
In our so great ini­qui­ty.

Therefore with fast­ing and with pray­er,
Our sec­ret sor­row we de­clare;
With all good striv­ing seek His face,
And low­ly heart­ed plead for grace.

Cleanse us, O Lord, from ev­ery stain,
Help us the meed of praise to gain,
Till with the an­gels linked in love
Joyful we tread Thy courts above.

Father and Son and Spi­rit blest,
To Thee be ev­ery pray­er ad­dressed,
Who art in three­fold name adored,
From age to age, the on­ly Lord.