For the tempt­ed, Lord, we pray;
For the souls that go as­tray;
Weak and wea­ry, tem­pest tossed,
Stars all hid, and com­pass lost;
Sailors on the dan­ger­ous seas—
God of love, we pray for these.

For the tempt­ed, Lord, we pray;
Thou didst make them, Thine are they;
When al­lur­ing forms are nigh,
When a thou­sand voic­es cry,
Loud and clear above them all,
Let them hear Thy ten­der call.

For the tempt­ed, Lord, we pray;
For the souls that go as­tray,
Beaten back by storm and sleet,
Scorned by all they chance to meet;
On them let Thy mer­cy shine,
Still re­mem­ber they are Thine.

For the tempt­ed, Lord, we pray;
Dust and ash­es—such are they?
Hear them while they make their moan,
Thou canst save and Thou alone;
See, their feet are on the sands;
Christ of Cal­va­ry, hold their hands.