O turn, great Rul­er of the skies,
Turn from my sin Thy search­ing eyes,
Nor let th’of­fens­es of my hand,
Within Thy book, re­cord­ed stand.

Prompt is Thy pow­er, when ills in­vade,
The weak and con­trite soul to aid:
Then let Thy cle­men­cy di­vine
Conspicuous in my par­don shine.

O let the full­ness of Thy grace
Each er­ror of my life ef­face!
But Thy de­crees, al­migh­ty Sire!
Integrity of heart re­quire.

Give me a will to Thine sub­dued,
A con­science pure, a soul re­newed;
Nor let me, wrapped in end­less gloom,
An out­cast from Thy pre­sence roam.

Oh, let Thy Spir­it to my heart
Once more His quick­en­ing aid im­part;
My mind from ev­ery fear re­lease,
And soothe my trou­bled thoughts to peace.

So shall the souls whom er­ror’s sway
Has urged from Thee, blest Lord, to stray,
From me Thy hea­ven­ly pre­cepts learn,
And hum­bled to their God re­turn.

The heart that, taught its guilt to know,
Repentant heaves with in­ward woe,
Shall finds its pray­ers, its groans, its sighs,
To Thee in full ac­cept­ance rise.