2 I smite upon my troubled breast,
With deep and conscious guilt oppressed;
Christ and His Cross my only plea;
O God, be merciful to me!

9 Far off I stand with tearful eyes
Nor dare uplift them to the skies;
But Thou dost all my anguish see;
O God, be merciful to me!

4 Nor alms, nor deeds that I have done Can for a single sin atone;

To Calvary alone I flee;

O God, be merciful to me!

5 And when, redeemed from sin and hell,
With all the ransomed throng I dwell,
My raptured song shall ever be,
God has been merciful to me!

2 Thou spreadst the curtains of the night, Great guardian of my sleeping hours; Thy sovereign word restores the light And quickens all my drowsy powers.

3 I yield my powers to Thy command, To Thee I consecrate my days; Perpetual blessings from Thine hand Demand perpetual songs of praise.

Low-ly

2 Promises in sorrow made,
Left, alas! too long unpaid;
Fervent wishes, earnest thought,
Never into action wrought-
Long withheld, we now restore them
On Thy holy altar pour them :

There in trembling faith to leave them,
Christ, present them! God, receive them!
3 Vows and longings, hopes and fears,
Broken-hearted sighs and tears,
Dreams of what we yet might be
Could we cling more close to Thee,
Which, despite of faults and failings,
Help Thy grace in its prevailings-
On Thine altar laid we leave them:
Christ, present them! God, receive them!

4 Homage of each humble heart
Ere we from Thy house depart;
Worship fervent, deep and high,
Adoration, ecstacy;

All that childlike love can render
Of devotion true and tender-

On Thine altar laid we leave them:
Christ, present them! God, receive them

5 To the Father, and the Son,

And the Spirit, Three in One,
Though our mortal weakness raise
Off'rings of imperfect praise,

Yet with hearts bowed down most lowly,
Crying, holy! holy! holy!

On Thine altar laid we leave them: Christ, present them! God, receive them!

2 Though like a wanderer,
The sun gone down,
Darkness be over me,
My rest a stone;
Yet in my dreams I'd be
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!

3 There let the way appear
Steps unto heaven;
All that Thou sendest me

In mercy given;
Angels to beckon me
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!

4 Then, with my waking thoughts
Bright with Thy praise,
Out of my stony griefs,
Bethel I'll raise;

So by my woes to be
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!

5 Or if on joyful wing,
Cleaving the sky,

Sun, moon, and stars forgot,
Upward I fly,

Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!

S. F. Adams, 1843