Classic Poem

We are but of such mortal mould,
Nos exaudi, Domine!
That the night can scarce withhold
In its shroud our sins from Thee.

That night comes, when Thou shalt come
Nos exaudi, Domine!
From Thy home to this sad home,
And die for us upon the tree.

If then the stars shine out so bright,
Nos exaudi, Domine!
That Thou seest by their light,
How great our sins and many be;

Thou wilt come, as they were not,
Nos exaudi, Domine!
Or as they were all forgot,
Or forgiven, Lord, by Thee.