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Lord, Thine humble servants hear,

Suppliant now before Thee;

Our Father, from Thy children's plea

Turn not, we implore Thee!

Lord, Thy people, sore oppressed,

From the depths implore Thee;

Our Father, let us not, this day,

Cry in vain before Thee.

Lord, blot out our evil pride,

All our sins before Thee;

Our Father, for Thy Mercy's sake,

Pardon, we implore Thee.

Lord, no sacrifice we bring,

Prayers and tears implore Thee;

Our Father, take the gift we lay,

Contrite hearts, before Thee.

Lord, Thy sheep have wandered far,

Gather them before Thee;

Our Father, let Thy shepherd love

Guide us, we implore Thee.

Lord, Thy pardon grant to all

That in truth implore Thee;

Our Father, let our evening prayer

Now find grace before Thee.

Lord, Thine humble servants hear,

Suppliant now before Thee;

Our Father, from Thy children's plea

Turn not, we implore Thee!

—1907