1 Almighty Lord, before Thy Throne
Thy mourning people bend;
'T is on thy pardoning grace alone
Our dying hopes depend.
2 Dark judgments, from Thy heavy hand,
Thy dreadful power display;
Yet mercy spares our guilty land,
And still we live to pray.
3 How changed, alas! are truths divine
For error, guilt, and shame!
What impious numbers, bold in sin,
Disgrace the Christina name1
4 O turn, turn us, mighty Lord!
Convert us by Thy grace;
Then shall our hearts obey Thy word,
And see again Thy face.
5 Then should oppressing foes invade,
We will not yield to fear,
Secure of all-sufficient aid,
When Thou, O God, art near.
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First Line: | Almighty Lord, before Thy Throne |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1871 |
Topic: | Special Seasons: National Fasts |