Him First.

For a child troubled with sudden 

flights of passion,

Heavenly Father, I, a child,

Weak and erring, come to thee 

For a temper meek and mild,

Thou alone canst give it me.

When beset with trials strong,

Angry words my lips would soil,

Hastening forth, an eager throng,

In a wild and fierce turmoil;

Ere the tide of life has flung

O'er my brow a furious flush,

Help me, Lord, to curb my tongue,

And each sinful thought to crush 

Grant me this, through His blessed name

Who his fiercest foes forgave,

And the tempter overcame,

Me to succor, me to save!

Holy Saviour! for the past

Deign in mercy to atone!

Henceforth, may I follow fast

In thy footsteps to thy throne!