3 I need Thy mercy for my sin;
But more than this I need,
Thy mercy's likeness in my soul
For others' sin to bleed:
"Tis not enough to weep my sins;
'Tis but one step to heaven;
When I am kind to others, then
I know myself forgiven.

4 Hardheartedness dwells not with souls
Round whom Thine arms are drawn;
And dark thoughts fade away in grace,
Like cloud spots in the dawn:
All bitterness is from ourselves,
All sweetness is from Thee;
Sweet God, for evermore be Thou
Fountain and Fire in me.

Frederick W. Faber, 1862, arr. v. 2, line 5, alt.

3 Thus may I serve Thee, gracious Lord; Thus ever Thine alone,

My soul and body given to Thee,
The purchase Thou hast won;

Through evil or through good report
Still keeping by Thy side;
And by my life or by my death
Let Christ be magnified.

4 How happily the working days
In this dear service fly,
How rapidly the closing hour,
The time of rest, draws nigh,
When all the faithful gather home,
A joyful company:

And ever where the Master is
Shall His blest servants be.

Carl J. P. Spitta, 1833 tr. Jane Borthwick, 1854