FATHER, AT THY ALTAR KNEELING

Father, at Thy altar kneeling, Sin-defiled; Seeking there the balm of healing, To Thy Fatherhood appealing, See Thy child.

I am weary of transgressions; I have sinned; Prone to vice and indiscretion, Vacillation, misimpression, As the wind.

Neither sins nor imperfections I conceal; Evil thoughts, impure reflections, Faults in manifold directions, Can I feel.

I am tired of life's illusion, I would rest; Leave its turmoil and confusion, Fain would know the blest seclusion Of Thy breast.

Through the shadows of the valley As I speed, Bid my faltering courage rally, To resist each adverse sally; Wilt Thou lead?

For I know that Thou art reigning Over all; With this confidence remaining, Let me feel Thy Hand sustaining Lest I fall.