In the morning, Jesus,
Show thy cross to me;
Then, dear Lord, I’ll suffer
Cheerfully for thee.
Every morning, Jesus,
Every evening, bless;
Shelter me forever
With thy righteousness.
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In the morning, Jesus,
When thy saints shall rise,
Bring me, with the blessed,
Into Paradise.
PENITENTIAL.
At thy cross; O Christ, to thee
Low I bow the suppliant knee;
Cast, O, cast me not away,—
Help a fainting soul to pray.
Sinful, sorrowful, I wait
For a look compassionate;
Surely thou wilt pity one
So forsaken and undone.
Tell me, Jesus, if it be
That thy blood was shed for me;
In thy wounds, O, let me see
Pardon, peace, and purity!
From the uttermost degree
Of a sinner’s misery,
Mighty Victor, rescue me;
Set my captive spirit free.
O that I might have a place
In the kingdom of thy grace!
There the penitent are blest,—
There the weary are at rest.
Saviour, may I call thee mine?
Yes,—for thou dost own me thine;
Lo, ’tis written in my heart—
Mine, forever mine, thou art.