1. In grief and fear, to thee, O Lord,
We now for succor fly;
Thine awful judgments are abroad,
O shield us, lest we die.
2. O look with pity on the scene
Of sadness and of dread;
And let thine angel stand between
The living and the dead.
3. With contrite hearts to thee, our King,
We turn who oft have strayed;
Accept the sacrifice we bring,
And let the plague be stayed.
"Our sins Thy dreadful anger raise, Our deeds Thy wrath deserve; But we repent, and from Thy ways We never more will swerve."The Hymns Ancient & Modern text, with stanza i., line 3, thus: "And while Thy judgments are abroad," and the stanza above quoted, will give the original text. Its use is somewhat extensive. --John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)