And some have friends who give them pain, Yet have not sought a friend in Thee;

5.

And none, O Lord, have perfect rest,
For none are wholly free from sin;
And they who fain would serve Thee best
Are conscious most of wrong within.
6.

O Saviour Christ, Thou too art Man;

Thou hast been troubled, tempted, tried; Thy kind but searching glance can scan The very wounds that shame would hide; 7.

Thy touch has still its ancient power;
No word from. Thee can fruitless fall;
Hear in this solemn evening hour,
And in Thy mercy heal us all. Amen.