By Thine own hand the gift was given
Of wealth, and hope of highest heaven;
But, fool at heart, Thy grace was spurned,
And from my Father’s house I turned.
O, hear my plaint, I cry to Thee;
Be pitiful, and pardon me,
For I have sinned; O, give me grace
To seek in penitence Thy face.
Yea, I repent in anguish low;
Give me again Thy love to know;
And if a servant’s place remain,
Take me in mercy back again.
Hymns from the East, 1907
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