Text: | For a public fast |
1 See gracious God, before thy throne
Thy mourning people bend!
'Tis on thy sov'reign grace alone,
Our humble hopes depend.
2 Tremendous judgments from thy hand,
Thy dreadful pow'r display;
Yet mercy spares this guilty land,
And still we live to pray.
3 What num'rous crimes increasing rise,
Through this apostate land!
What land so favor'd of the skies,
Yet thoughtless of thy hand?
4 How chang'd alas! are truths divine,
For error, guilt, and shame!
What impious numbers, bold in sin,
Disgrace the christian name!
5 Regardless of thy smile or frown,
Their pleasures they require;
And sink with gay indiff'rence down
To everlasting fire.
6 O turn us, turn us, mighty Lord,
By thy resistless grace;
Then shall our hearts obey thy word,
And humbly seek thy face.
7 [Then, should insulting foes invade,
We shall not sink in fear;
Secure of never-failing aid,
If God, our God, is near.]
Text Information | |
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First Line: | See, gracious God, before thy throne |
Title: | For a public fast |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1799 |
Topic: | Fast |