1 While o’er our guilty land, O Lord,
We view the terrors of thy sword;
Oh! whither shall the helpless fly?
To whom but thee direct their cry?
2 The helpless sinner's cries and tears
Are grown familiar to thine ears;
Oft has thy mercy sent relief,
When all was fear and hopeless grief.
3 On thee, our guardian God, we call,
Before thy throne of grace we fall;
And is there no deliv'rance there?
And must we perish in despair?
4 See, we repent, we weep, we mourn,
To our forsaken God we turn;
O spare our guilty country, spare
The church which thou hast planted here.
5 We plead thy grace, indulgent God;
We plead thy Son’s atoning blood;
We plead thy gracious promises,
And are they unavailing pleas?
6 These pleas, presented at thy throne,
Have brought ten thousand blessings down
On guilty lands in helpless woe;
Let them prevail to save us too!
Text Information | |
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First Line: | While o'er our guilty land, O Lord |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1789 |
Topic: | For a Public Fast in War |
Notes: | Public Domain. |