1 Giver of the perfect gift,
only hope of human race,
hear the prayer our hearts uplift
trembling at thy throne of grace.
2 Though the accusing voice within
speaks of many a wrong to thee,
thou canst cleanse from every sin,
thou canst set the conscience free.
3 Who can save us, Lord, but thou?
Let thy mercy show thy power.
Lo, we plead thy promise now,
now, in this accepted hour.
4 Oh! may these our Lenten days,
blest by thee, with thee be passed,
that with purer, nobler praise
we may keep thy feast at last.
5 God the holy trinity,
grant the mercy we implore;
God the One, all praise to thee
through the ages evermore.
Source: Common Praise (1998) #180
|First Line:||Giver of the perfect gift|
|Latin Title:||Summi largitor praemii|
|Source:||Latin, c. 11th cent.|