Jesu, sin-aton­ing Lamb,
Thine ut­most pi­ty show;
All the vir­tue of Thy name
O let Thy re­bels know!
Us, by God and man ab­horred,
Into Thy kind pro­tect­ion take;
Spare the guil­ty na­tion, Lord,
For Thy own mer­cy’s sake.

Worst of all th’apos­tate race,
Yet list­en to our cry;
Most un­wor­thy of Thy grace,
But with­out grace we die;
Tophet is our just re­ward,
Yet snatch us from the burn­ing lake,
Spare the guil­ty na­tion, Lord,
For Thy own mer­cy’s sake.

Scandal of the Chris­tian name,
Which still we vain­ly bear,
Sodom-like, our sin and shame
We op­en­ly de­clare,
Trample on Thy sac­red Word,
And cast Thy laws be­hind our back;
Spare the guil­ty na­tion, Lord,
For Thy own mer­cy’s sake.

Though Thy jud­gments are abroad,
Let us Thy good­ness prove,
Save us, O all-gra­cious God,
In hon­or of Thy love;
Though Thy righte­ous wrath is stirred,
Arising slow, the earth to shake,
Spare the guil­ty na­tion, Lord,
For Thy own mer­cy’s sake.

In our for­ty days re­prieve
Warn the re­bel­li­ous race;
Bid us turn, re­pent, and live
To glo­ri­fy Thy grace;
O re­verse the threat­en­ing word,
And do not, do not ven­geance take;
Spare the guil­ty na­tion, Lord,
For Thy own mer­cy’s sake.

O alarm the sleep­ing crowd
And fill their souls with dread;
Then av­ert the low­er­ing cloud,
Approaching o’er our head;
Turn aside th’in­vad­ing sword,
And drive the ali­en ar­mies back,
Spare the guil­ty na­tion, Lord,
For Thy own mer­cy’s sake.