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.