We now hide ourselves in our
great Redeemer's wounds. By Henry Law O Eternal God, Who
alone has immortality, Ever living in glory, Unchanged and unchangeable,
Bend down your ear to hear, Hearken and bless us, May the close of
another day teach us the rapid flight of time. Truly, our life
is but a vapour. How soon will our sojourn on
earth be done? As the spilled water cannot be
gathered up, so lost opportunities return no more. Pardon us that
we have so poorly used the hours which have just fled. Pardon
us that we have so failed to do your work and to advance your
glory. We humble ourselves as most unprofitable
servants. Our best doings are but filthy
rags. our worst doings, how hateful
they must be to you, in whose sight the very heavens are not
clean. In shame, we now hide ourselves
in our great Redeemer's wounds. Clinging to His cross, we supplicate
forgiveness of every committed sin and of every omitted duty.