473.
Christ our Confidence.
1
Lord of life! we shame inherit;
We are bound who once were free;
We have neither praise nor merit,
All our hope is placed in thee;
Oft on reeds have we depended,
Through a vain and treacherous heart;
Yet hast thou our souls befriended,
Saviour! still thine aid impart!
2
We, too oft, have found our weakness,
Lord, we covet strength divine;
May we grow in love and meekness,
Let thine image in us shine;
Wean our spirits from the creature,
All below is little worth;
Fix them on the Great Creator,
And on thee, the Hope of Earth.
3
Saviour! by thy blood and passion,
With thy favour, full and free,
View us with thine own compassion,
Tenderness belongs to thee;
Let us not augment the banish'd!
On our hearts thy grace distil;
And, when earth and time have vanish'd,
Take us to thy holy hill!