Great God, who, rea­dy to for­give,
In wrath re­mem­ber­est mer­cy still,
By whose pre­serv­ing love we live,
Though doomed the se­cond death to feel;
We mag­ni­fy Thy pa­tient grace,
And trem­ble, while we sing Thy praise.

Had not Thy mer­cy in­terposed,
When sleep­ing in our sins we lay,
The stag­ger­ing earth had yawned, and closed
Its mouth on its de­vot­ed prey,
We now had with our ci­ty fell,
And quick des­cend­ed in­to hell.

But O! The Sav­ior of man­kind
Hath gained for us a long­er space,
Jesus His Fa­ther’s heart in­clined
To spare a vile re­bel­lious race,
To snatch from Co­rah’s fear­ful doom,
And save us from the wrath to come.

Then let us to our Sav­ior turn,
Answer His mer­cy’s whole de­sign,
With god­ly fear re­joice, and mourn,
And prais­es with con­fess­ions join,
Till all these low­er­ing clouds re­move,
And God ap­pears: The God of love.