Lord, Thou Art Good and Kind,
6,6,8,6

tr., John Brownlie

I

Lord, Thou art good and kind,

And full of tender grace;

Now make Thy countenance to shine,

And let me see Thy face.

II

For O, my heart is sad,

Because my sin I know;

And though I strive, I fail,

And still ungodly grow.

III

And all my aims are lost,

And all my striving vain, --

Wilt Thou refresh my soul,

And visit me again?

IV

'Tis morning when the sun

Upon the mountain glows;

'Tis evening when the shade

Upon the valleys grows;

V

And when Thy face I see,

'Tis morning in my soul;

But when Thou turn'st away,

The evening shadows roll.

VI

And night comes on apace,

And all forlorn I sigh; --

O, bid the morning dawn,

Look on me lest I die.

VII

O, Thou art good and kind,

And full of tender grace;

Now make Thy countenance to shine,

And let me see Thy face.

by thine own hand the
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