Of true contrition; like the placid wreaths

Of incense, wafted from the righteous shrine

Where Abel ministered, to the blest seat

Of Mercy, an accepted sacrifice,

Humiliation’s conscious plaint ascends.

Samuel Hayes.

Lord! who art merciful as well as just,

Incline thine ear to me, a child of dust!

Not what I would, O Lord! I offer thee,

Alas! but what I can.