Teach us what thy love has borne, That with loving sorrow torn Truly contrite we may mourn: We beseech thee, hear us. | Gifts of light and grace bestow, Help us to resist the foe, Fearing what alone is woe: We beseech thee, hear us. | Let not sin within us reign, May we gladly suffer pain, If it purge away our stain: We beseech thee, hear us. | May we to all evil die, Fleshly longings crucify, Fix our hearts and thoughts on high: We beseech thee, hear us. | Grant us faith to know thee near, Hail thy grace, thy judgment fear, And through trial persevere: We beseech thee, hear us. | Grant us hope from earth to rise, And to strain with eager eyes Towards the promised heavenly prize: We beseech thee, hear us. | Grant us love, thy love to own, Love to live for thee alone, And the power of grace make known: We beseech thee, hear us. | All our weak endeavours bless, As we ever onward press Till we perfect holiness: We beseech thee, hear us. | Lead us daily nearer thee, Till at last thy face we see, Crowned with thine own purity: We beseech thee, hear us. | |