1 The Lord in judgment now appears,
And spreads His wrath abroad;
See sinners filled with guilty fears,
By righteous vengeance awed.
2 Seized by incurable disease,
What crowds of victims fall;
Unsparing death relentless preys,
Nor spares the great or small.
3 Lord, we our sin and guilt confess,
Yet mercy would implore:
To mitigate our sore distress,
Display Thy mighty power.
4 Say, "’Tis enough," and give command,
Disease shall then retire,
And rosy health revive our land,
Now trembling at Thine ire.
5 If this too great a favor seem,
Lord, bow our wills to Thine;
Thou still Thy chosen wilt redeem,
And give them life divine.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #15766