1 Lord, how shall wretched sinners dare
Look up to thy divine abode:
Or offer their imperfect prayer,
Before a just, a holy God.
2 Bright terrors guard thy awful seat,
And dazling glories veil thy face:
Yet mercy calls us to thy feet,
Thy throne is still a throne of grace.
3 O may our souls thy grace adore,
May Jesus plead our humble claim;
While thy protection we implore,
In his prevailing, glorious name.
4 Let past experience of thy care,
Support our hope, our trust invite;
Again attend our humble prayer,
Again be thy mercy thy delight.
5 Our arms succeed our councils guide,
Let thy right hand our cause maintain
Till war's destructive rage subside,
And peace resume her gentle reign.
Source: A Selection of Psalms and Hymns: done under the appointment of the Philadelphian Association #CCX
Lord, how shall wretched sinners dare. Anne Steele. [In Time of War.] Appeared in the 2nd edition of her Poems on Subjects chiefly Devotional, 1780, vol. iii. p. 123, in 8 stanzas of 4 lines, and headed, "On the day of Prayer for success in War." It is also in D. Sedgwick's reprint of Miss Steele's Hymns, 1863. In a few American hymnbooks, including the Presbyterian Selection of Hymns, Philadelphia, 1861, a cento from this is given as "Lord, may our souls Thy grace adore." It begins with stanza iii., somewhat altered.
--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)