Lord, in this Thy mer­cy’s day,
Ere for us it pass away,
On our knees we fall and pray.

Holy Je­sus, grant us tears,
Fill us with heart search­ing fears,
Ere the hour of doom ap­pears.

Lord, on us Thy Spi­rit pour,
Kneeling low­ly at Thy door,
Ere it close for­ev­er­more.

By Thy night of ago­ny,
By Thy sup­pli­cat­ing cry,
By Thy will­ing­ness to die,

By Thy tears of bi­tter woe,
For Je­ru­sa­lem be­low,
Let us not Thy peace fore­go.

Judge and Sav­ior of our race,
Grant us, when we see Thy face,
With Thy ran­somed ones a place.

Grant us ’neath Thy wings a place,
Lest we lose this day of grace,
Ere we shall be­hold Thy face.

On Thy love we rest alone,
And that love shall then be known,
By the par­doned, round Thy throne.