O thou who dost accord us the highest prize and guerdon, thou hope of all our race, Jesus, do thou afford us the gift we ask of pardon for all who humbly seek thy face. With whispered accusation our conscience tells of sinning in thought and word and deed; thine is our restoration, the work of grace beginning for souls from every burden freed. For who, if thou reject us, shall raise the fainting spirit? 'Tis thine alone to spare: if thou to life elect us, with cleans?d hearts to near it, shall be our task, our lowly prayer. O Trinity most glorious, thy pardon free bestowing, defend us evermore; that in thy courts victorious, thy love more truly knowing, we may with all thy saints adore.