For One Fallen from Grack, Hymn 30

Father, I in Thy strength arise
From my dead sleep of sin,
And lift with shame my guilty eyes,
And groan to be made clean.

Unworthy to be call'd Thy son,
Yet a good hope I feel,
Thou never wilt Thyself disown,
Thou art my Father still.

The Father of my dying Lord,
And therefore mine Thou art;
Thy bowels are in Jesus stirr'd,
And full of love Thy heart.

That fulness of Thy pitying love
To me in Christ reveal,
Again my unbelief remove,
Again my pardon seal.

The word of reconciling grace
I long to feel applied:
O let me see Thy smiling face,
And know Thee pacified.

Thy prodigal in Christ receive,
The forfeiture restore,
Forgive, for Jesus' sake forgive,
And bid me sin no more.