1 Great King of nations, hear our prayer,
While at your feet we fall,
And humbly, with united cry,
To you for mercy call.

2 The guilt is ours, but grace is yours,
O turn us not away;
But hear us from your lofty throne,
And help us when we pray.

3 Our fathers' sins were manifold,
And ours no less we own,
Yet wondrously from age to age
Your goodness has been shown.

4 When dangers, like a stormy sea,
Beset our country round,
To you we looked, to you we cried,
And help in you was found.

5 With one consent we meekly bow
Beneath thy chast'ning hand,
And, pouring forth confession meet,
Mourn with our mourning land.

6 With pitying eye behold our need,
As thus we lift our prayer;
Correct us with your judgments, Lord,
Then let your mercy spare.