Not for our sins alone
Thy mercy, Lord, we sue;
Let fall Thy pi­ty­ing glance
On our de­vo­tions, too,
What we have done for Thee,
And what we think to do.

The ho­li­est hours we spend
In pray­er up­on our knees,
The times when most we deem
The songs of praise will please,
Thou search­er of all hearts,
Forgiveness pour on these.

And all the gifts we bring,
And all the vows we make,
And all the acts of love
We plan for Thy dear sake,
Into Thy par­don­ing thought,
O God of mer­cy, take.

And most, when we, Thy flock,
Before Thine al­tar bend,
And strange, be­wil­der­ing thoughts
With those sweet mo­ments blend,
By Him whose death we plead,
Good Lord, Thy help ex­tend.

Bow down Thine ear and hear!
Open Thine eyes and see!
Our ve­ry love is shame,
And we must come to Thee
To make it of Thy grace
What Thou wouldst have it be.