1 All conquering Lord, whom sinners adore,
Remember Thy Word, and stir up Thy power;
Drive Satan before Thee, His advocates chase:
Or let them adore Thee and yield to Thy grace.
2 O pity and spare, and save them from death,
Plucked out of his snare, snatched out of his teeth;
Almighty Redeemer, to whom all things bow,
Cast down the blasphemer, and rescue them now.
3 O why should he take Thy purchase away?
Thy fury awake, and fly on the prey;
Thy purchase recover, that Satan may feel,
Thy kingdom is over earth, Heaven, and hell.
4 O answer the prayer of prevalent faith,
In mercy forbear these children of wrath,
And give them repentance, let mercy take place,
Reverse the sad sentence, and save them by grace.