1 In pity to a dying world,
Almighty Father, send Thy grace;
And let Thy banner be unfurled,
And faith’s slow triumph speed its pace.
2 What millions of immortal souls
Still live unmindful of Thy sway!
And as death’s fearful torrent rolls,
Hundreds are daily swept away.
3 O Lord, must creatures be undone
Who from Thy hand receive their breath?
Shall they be lost, for whom Thy Son
Came down to suffer shame and death?
4 Let sovereign mercy interpose
To rescue sinners from their doom;
And send Thy word to heal their woes,
And light their passage to the tomb.
5 O spread Thy truth through every clime,
Teach stubborn souls to weep and pray;
Let this be the accepted time,
And this salvation’s glorious day.
|First Line:||In pity to a dying world|
|Title:||In Pity To A Dying World|
|Author:||William H. Bathurst|
|Source:||Psalms and Hymns, 1831|
|Source:||Geistliche Lieder by Joseph Klug, 1543|
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