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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! |
Title: | National Judgments deprecated, and national Mercies pleaded |
Author: | President Davies |
Meter: | Long Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
Scripture: | ; |
Topic: | Fasts and Thanksgivings |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |