God of in­fi­nite com­pass­ion,
God of un­ex­haust­ed love,
From a sin­ful, sink­ing na­tion
Once again Thy plagues re­move;
Snatch us from the jaws of ru­in,
See Thy help­less peo­ple, see!
Death and hell are close pur­su­ing,
Save, O save us un­to Thee.

Have we not filled up the mea­sure
Of our dar­ing wick­ed­ness,
Challenged all Thy just dis­plea­sure,
Quenched the spir­it of Thy grace?
Yes, our hein­ous pro­vo­ca­tions
For Thy hea­vi­est judg­ments cry:
We have wear­ied out Thy pa­tience,
Forced Thy love to let us die.

Why should not the dread­ful sen­tence
Now on all our souls take place?
Why should not Thine in­stant ven­geance
Swallow up our faith­less race?
How can we ex­pect Thy fa­vor?
Good and gra­cious as Thou art,
Sinners’ ad­vo­cate and Sav­ior,
Find the an­swer in Thy heart!

Jesus, migh­ty me­di­at­or,
Plead the cause of guil­ty man:
Pity is Thy gen­tle na­ture,
Canst Thou let us cry in vain?
From Thy Fa­ther’s an­ger screen us,
Suffer not His wrath to move;
Stand Thou in the gap be­tween us,
Change His pur­pose into love.