God, who om­nis­ci­ent art,
Could we from Thee de­part,
Hide aught from Thee,
Thou, Lord, would search it out,
Know all our sin and doubt,
Searching with­in, with­out,
Our sec­rets see.

Sorely op­pressed are we,
Naught but af­flict­ion see,
O Lord, awake!
Lord, from Thy sleep arise,
No long­er close Thine eyes;
See how we are des­pised,
All for Thy sake.

Humbled un­to the dust,
In Thee alone we trust;
Thy love we plead.
Refuge in Thee to take,
Lord, for Thy mer­cy’s sake,
Our hum­ble plea we make:
Thy help we need.