When I look back upon my life nigh spent, br Nigh spent, although the stream as yet flows on, br I more of follies than of sins repent, br Less for offence than Love's shortcomings moan. br With self, O Father, leave me not alone- br Leave not with the beguiler the beguiled; br Besmirched and ragged, Lord, take back thine own: br A fool I bring thee to be made a child.