Text: | For a Public Fast |
1 See, gracious God, before thy throne
Thy mourning people bend!
'Tis on thy sovereign grace alone,
Our humble hopes depend.
2 Tremendous judgments from thy hand,
Thy dreadful power display;
Yet mercy spares this guilty land,
And still we live to pray.
3 Great God, and why is Britain spar'd,
Ungrateful as we are!
O make thy awful warnings heard,
While mercy cries "forbear."
4 What numerous crimes increasing rise,
Thro' this apostate Isle!
What land so favor'd of the skies,
And yet what land so vile?
5 How chang'd alas! are truths divine,
For error, guilt, and shame!
What impious numbers, bold in sin,
Disgrace the christian name!
6 Regardless of thy smile or frown,
Their pleasures they require;
And sink with gay indifference down
To everlasting fire.
7 O turn us, turn us, mighty Lord,
By thy resistless grace;
Then shall our hearts obey thy word,
And humbly seek thy face.
8 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: | 1792 |
Topic: | Times and Seasons: Days of Humiliation; Fast day hymns; National prayer and praise |