Forgive us our trespasses

Night when the storm winds wildly roar

And deep remorse within thee wakes,

Trembles thy heart in deepest depths

As painfully it ere has quaked.

Despair doth fill thy deepest breast,

No comfort findest thee, nor light,

While loudly through the storm swept night,

Thy heart doth call in vain for rest.

Then though the storm winds die away

And placid waves about thee roll,

When deepest guilt thy soul doth feel,

Stormy still feels the tranquil day.

Then while the birds may sing God's grace

And voice their songs to Him on high,

Thy song still drones up on the ear

With harsh notes that reveal thy guilt.