“FOR THINE OWN SAKE, O MY GOD.”

Wearied of sinning, wearied of repentance,

Wearied of self, I turn, my God, to Thee;

To Thee, my Judge, on Whose all-righteous sentence

Hangs mine eternity:

I turn to Thee, I plead Thyself with Thee,—

Be pitiful to me.

Wearied I loathe myself, I loathe my sinning,

My stains, my festering sores, my misery:

Thou the Beginning, Thou ere my beginning

Didst see and didst foresee

Me miserable, me sinful, ruined me,—

I plead Thyself with Thee.

I plead Thyself with Thee Who art my Maker,

Regard Thy handiwork that cries to Thee;

I plead Thyself with Thee Who wast partaker

Of mine infirmity,

Love made Thee what Thou art, the love of me,—

I plead Thyself with Thee.