CLII. Show mercy Lord, reveal thy pow'r

1 Show mercy Lord, reveal thy pow'r:
Turn thy afflicting hand;
That much desired peace restore,
To this, our wretched land.

2 We have offended thee, our God!
Our crimes are very great;
Sedition, war, and shedding blood,
Deserves to be our fate.

3 Long have thine offers been deni'd;
In vain thy calls have been;
Well we deserve to be destroy'd,
And perish in our sin.

4 Our enemies with all their hosts,
Invade us ev'ry where;
They trouble us in all our coasts
And fill our land with fear.

5 What numbers of our fellow-men
Become a prey to death;
When in the field of battle slain,
And there resign their breath.

6 Whilst others are swept off the stage,
By various complaints,
Which, in our guilty camps do rage'
And hurries them from hence.

7 What sorrows, troubles, griefs and woes
In ev'ry place abound;
What numbers of our cruel foes
Compass us all around.

8 We grieve to see the great distress,
The present times have made;
Poor widows, helpless, fatherless,
Without support or aid.

9 Have mercy gracious God! we pray,
Lord, hear the cries we make;
O! cast us not from thee away,
Spare us for Jesus' sake.

Text Information
First Line: Show mercy Lord, reveal thy pow'r
Meter: C. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1816
Scripture: ;
Topic: For a Fast-Day in time of War
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