Suppliant

Father, I lift my hands to Thee:Reject me not!Mine eyes are blind, I cannot see.Be Thou the lamp unto my feet,—Guide to the rock of my retreat;O Light, my darkness cries to Thee!Reject me not!

Father, mine eyes with tears are wet,Reject me not!Though Thou forgive, shall I forget?Nay, though thy mercy fall like rain,My spirit still must bear the painAnd burden of a vast regret.Reject me not!

To whom, unfriended, should I flee?Reject me not!To whom, my Father, but to Thee?—Ah! 'T was thy child forgave the sinOf the repentant MagdalenAnd blessed the thief on Calvary!—Reject me not!