1 Lord, we have heard Thy works of old,
Thy works of power and grace,
When to our ears our fathers told
The wonders of their days.
2 How You did build Thy churches here,
And make Thy Gospel known;
Amongst them did Your arm appear,
Thy light and glory shone.
3 In God they boasted all the day,
And in a cheerful throng
Did thousands meet to praise and pray,
And grace was all their song.
4 But now our souls are seized with shame,
Confusion fills our face,
To hear the enemy, blaspheme,
And fools reproach Thy grace.
5 Yet we have not forgot our God,
Nor falsely dealt with heav’n,
Nor have our steps declined the road
Of duty You have giv’n.
6 We are exposed all day to die
As martyrs for Thy cause,
As sheep for slaughter bound we lie
By sharp and bloody laws.
7 Awake, arise, Almighty LORD,
Why sleeps Thy common grace?
Why should we look like men abhorred
Or banished from Thy face?
8 Will You forever cast us off,
And still neglect our cries?
Forever hide Thine heav’nly love
From our afflicted eyes?
9 Down to the dust our soul is bowed,
And dies upon the ground;
Rise for our help, rebuke the proud,
And all their powers confound.
10 Redeem us from perpetual shame,
Our Savior and our God;
We plead the honors of Thy Name,
The merits of Thy blood.
Source: Psalms of Grace #44c