I

Lord, Thou art good and kind,

And full of tender grace;

Now make Thy countenance to shine,

And let me see Thy face.

II

For O, my heart is sad,

Because my sin I know;

And though I strive, I fail,

And still ungodly grow.

III

And all my aims are lost,

And all my striving vain,—

Wilt Thou refresh my soul,

And visit me again?

IV

’Tis morning when the sun

Upon the mountain glows;

’Tis evening when the shade

Upon the valleys grows;

V

And when Thy face I see,

’Tis morning in my soul;

But when Thou turn’st away,

The evening shadows roll.

VI

And night comes on apace,

And all forlorn I sigh;—

O, bid the morning dawn,

Look on me lest I die.

VII

O, Thou art good and kind,

And full of tender grace;

Now make Thy countenance to shine,

And let me see Thy face.