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 What land so favored of the skies
As these apostate States!
Our numerous crimes increasing rise,
Yet still Thy vengeance waits.
4 How changed, 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 indifference down
To everlasting fire.
6 Oh turn us, turn us, mighty Lord,
By Thy unboundless 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.
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First Line: | See, gracious God, before Thy throne |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1867 |
Topic: | In Relation to Civil Government: Public Calamity |