Penitential Confirmation Hymn

My head is low, my heart is sad.
My feet with travel torn,
Yet, O my Saviour! Thou art glad
To see Thy child return:
It was Thy love that homeward led.
Thine arm that upward stayed.
It is Thy hand which on my head
Is now in mercy laid.

I feel the pressure of that love
Which tells me I am dear.
Mine eyes, my heart I lift above,
And know that Thou art near:
Thy gentle voice hath never said
One word which could upbraid,
I only feel upon my head
Thy hand in mercy hud.

Thy wounded feet have sought me far.
Arid on Thy wounded brow
I see that thorn-engraven scar
Made by my broken vow:
And that dear hand which for me hied,
Stretch'd out to seek the stray'd;
It is that hand which on my head
Is now in mercy laid.

O Saviour! in this broken heart
Confirm the trembling will.
Which longs to reach Thee where Thou art,
Rest in Thee and he still:
Within that bosom which hath shed
Both tears and Wood for me,
O let me hide this aching head, ,
Once prest and blest by Thee.

There for my waiting soul abide.
Till Thou see fit to give.
Those precious things Thou dost provide
For such as in Thee live:
Those fuller deeper draughts of bliss
Which the exhausted fill,
The ring, the robe, the feast, the kiss,
They all await me still.