 | The poetical works of John Godfrey Saxe |  |
MISERERE DOMINE!
A HYMN.
Have pity, Lord!—we humbly cry,
With trembling voice, and tearful eye;
Thou know'st our ignorance and sin,
And what by grace we might have been;
All—all is known, O Lord, to thee;
Miserere Domine!
With trembling voice, and tearful eye;
Thou know'st our ignorance and sin,
And what by grace we might have been;
All—all is known, O Lord, to thee;
Miserere Domine!
Our public walks and private ways;
The follies of our youthful days;
Our manhood's errors,—every stain
Of lust and pride to thee are plain;
For who, O Lord! can hide from thee?
Miserere Domine!
The follies of our youthful days;
Our manhood's errors,—every stain
Of lust and pride to thee are plain;
For who, O Lord! can hide from thee?
Miserere Domine!
Too late we mourn our wasted hours,
Neglected gifts, perverted powers;
Affections warm, of heavenly birth,
Lavished, alas! on toys of earth:
How far estranged, O Lord, from thee!
Miserere Domine!
Neglected gifts, perverted powers;
Affections warm, of heavenly birth,
Lavished, alas! on toys of earth:
How far estranged, O Lord, from thee!
Miserere Domine!
How oft, O Lord! things bright and fair
To human sight, are but a snare;
A gilded bait to lure the soul
Within the subtle Fiend's control:
But there is refuge, Lord, in thee!
Miserere Domine!
To human sight, are but a snare;
A gilded bait to lure the soul
Within the subtle Fiend's control:
But there is refuge, Lord, in thee!
Miserere Domine!
Oh, let us never feel in vain
From thy dear hand the warning pain;
The Father's stripes upon us laid
In mercy, for thy children's aid:
Teach us in all thy hand to see:
Miserere Domine!
From thy dear hand the warning pain;
The Father's stripes upon us laid
In mercy, for thy children's aid:
Teach us in all thy hand to see:
Miserere Domine!
“Our Father!” thou dost bid us pray;
As children who are prone to stray
In devious paths, whence we retreat
With garments torn and bleeding feet;
Our Father! let us fly to thee:
Miserere Domine!
As children who are prone to stray
In devious paths, whence we retreat
With garments torn and bleeding feet;
Our Father! let us fly to thee:
Miserere Domine!
Our Father! ever-blesséd name!
To thee we bring our sin and shame;
Weak though we be, perverse of will,
Thou art our gracious Father still,
Who knowest well how frail we be.
Miserere Domine!
To thee we bring our sin and shame;
Weak though we be, perverse of will,
Thou art our gracious Father still,
Who knowest well how frail we be.
Miserere Domine!
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