1 While o’er our guilty land, O Lord,
We view the terrors of thy sword,
O 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 deliverance 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.
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First Line: | While o'er our guilty land, O Lord |
Meter: | L. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
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Topic: | Prayer for Peace; Public and national Blessings and Afflictions |