Listen, Oh, Listen

Listen, oh, listen, my Father, all holy,

Humble and sorrowful, owning my sin,

Hear me confess in my penitence lowly

How in my weakness temptation came in.

Pity me now, for, my Father, no sorrow

Weighs on my soul like the pain that I know,

Trembling and fearing that all thro’ the morrow

Missing the light of Thy love I may go.

Father, I know for the grace I am seeking,

Nothing of mine can I offer to Thee;

Thou to my sinful and sad spirit speaking,

Giving forgiveness — giv’st all things to me.

Thoughts of my sinfulness contrite shall make me,

Thoughts of Thy favor shall humble me more;

So keep me lowly until Thou shalt take me

Where sin and sorrow forever are o’er.

Anon.