All con­quer­ing Lord, whom sin­ners adore,
Remember Thy Word, and stir up Thy pow­er;
Drive Sa­tan be­fore Thee, His ad­vo­cates chase:
Or let them adore Thee and yield to Thy grace.

O pi­ty and spare, and save them from death,
Plucked out of his snare, snatched out of his teeth;
Almighty Re­deem­er, to whom all things bow,
Cast down the blas­phem­er, and res­cue them now.

O why should he take Thy pur­chase away?
Thy fu­ry awake, and fly on the prey;
Thy pur­chase re­cov­er, that Sa­tan may feel,
Thy king­dom is ov­er earth, Hea­ven, and hell.

O an­swer the pray­er of pre­va­lent faith,
In mer­cy for­bear these child­ren of wrath,
And give them re­pent­ance, let mer­cy take place,
Reverse the sad sen­tence, and save them by grace.