Him First.
For a child troubled with sudden
flights of passion,
Heavenly Father, I, a child,
Weak and erring, come to thee
For a temper meek and mild,
Thou alone canst give it me.
When beset with trials strong,
Angry words my lips would soil,
Hastening forth, an eager throng,
In a wild and fierce turmoil;
Ere the tide of life has flung
O'er my brow a furious flush,
Help me, Lord, to curb my tongue,
And each sinful thought to crush
Grant me this, through His blessed name
Who his fiercest foes forgave,
And the tempter overcame,
Me to succor, me to save!
Holy Saviour! for the past
Deign in mercy to atone!
Henceforth, may I follow fast
In thy footsteps to thy throne!
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