1 Lord, when iniquities abound,
And growing crimes appear;
We view the deluge rising round,
With sorrow and with fear.
2 Yet, when its waves most fiercely beat,
And spread destruction wide;
Thy spirit can a standard raise
To stem the roaring tide.
3 May thy triumphant arm awake,
Thy sacred cause to plead;
And let the multitude confess,
That thou art God indeed.
4 O let thy grace dispose their hearts,
To bow before thy hand;
And let their stubborn necks be bent,
To own thy just command.
5 Our feeble souls do thou support;
In us thy pow'r display:
And multitudes shall strive in vain
To draw us from thy way.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Lord, when iniquities abound |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1814 |
Topic: | The Danger and Misery of Sin |
Notes: | Public Domain. |