Lord, When We Bend

Lord, when we bend before Thy throne,

And our confessions pour,

Teach us to feel the sins we own,

And hate what we deplore.

Our broken spirits, pitying see;

True penitence impart;

And let a kindling glance from Thee

Beam hope upon the heart.

When we disclose our wants in prayer

May we our wills resign;

And not a thought our bosoms share

Which is not wholly Thine.

Let faith each weak petition fill,

And waft it to the skies,

And teach our hearts 'tis goodness still

That grants it, or denies.