Come, let our souls adore the Lord
Whose judgments yet delay;
Who yet suspends the lifted sword,
And gives us leave to pray.

In armies, fleets or strong allies,
No more we place our trust;
On God alone our hope relies,
Kind, potent, wise and just.

Great is our guilt, our fears are great,
But let us not despair;
Still open is the mercy seat
To penitence and prayer.

Kind Intercessor, to Thy love
This blessèd hope we owe;
O let Thy mercies plead above,
While we implore below!

O gracious God, for Je­sus’ sake,
Attend Thy people’s cry;
Nor let the kindling vengeance break
Destructive from Thine eye.

Though justice near Thy awful throne
Attends Thy dread command,
Lord, hear Thy servants, hear Thy Son,
And save a guilty land.