Kind Father, look with pity now

On one by sin defiled;

While at the mercy-seat I bow,

O bless thy erring child.

2 My struggles, Lord, to do thy will,

How poor and weak they are!

But thou art gracious to me still,

Then hear my humble prayer.

3 Let love upon my broken heart

Pour out its healing balm;

Bid all my trembling fears depart—

My troubled spirit calm.

4 And now my hope new courage takes,

My faith grows strong and sure;

The cloud from off my vision breaks,

Again my heart is pure.

5 My soul mounts up on wings of light

And soars to climes above—

The regions where all things are bright,

The home of Peace and Love.

6 There, soon I’ll sing of love divine,

With all the ransomed throng,

There, Jesus shall be ever mine,

His love my endless song.