So that when we seek Thee, owning

That Thy wrath is our deserts,

Thou, blest Lord, at whose atonement

All iniquity departs,

Mayest speak forth from Thine enthronement,

To our rent and wearied hearts,

“Sinner, go in peace!”

C. D. Mc’ Leod.

Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs,

Join to sing the pleasing theme;