The cleaving sins that brought them low
                                        
                                        Are still our souls oppressing.
                                        
                                        The tears that from their eyes did flow
                                        
                                        Fall fast, our shame confessing;
                                        
                                        As with Thee, Lord, prevailed their cry,
                                        
                                        So our strong prayer ascends on high
                                        
                                        And bringeth down Thy blessing.