O God the great, the fear­ful God,
To Thee we hum­bly sue for peace,
Groaning be­neath a na­tion’s load,
And crushed by our own wick­ed­ness
Our guilt we trem­ble to de­clare,
And pour out our sad souls in pray­er.

Thee we re­vere, the faith­ful Lord,
Keeping the co­ve­nant of Thy grace,
True to Thine ev­er­last­ing Word,
Loving to all who seek Thy face,
And keep Thy kind com­mands, and prove
Their faith by their obe­di­ent love.

But we have on­ly ev­il wrought,
Have done to our good God des­pite,
Rebellious with our mak­er fought,
And sinned against the Gos­pel light,
Departed from His right­eous ways,
And fall­en, fall­en from His grace.

We have not heark­ened to the Word
Thy pro­phets and apos­tles spoke;
In them we dis­ob­eyed their Lord:
Our princ­es have cast off the yoke,
Our kings Thy so­ver­eign will with­stood,
Our fa­thers have de­nied their God.

The rich, and poor, the high, and low,
Have tram­pled on Thy mild com­mand;
The floods of wick­ed­ness o’er­flow,
And de­luge all our guil­ty land,
People and priest lie drowned in sin,
And To­phet yawns to take us in.

Righteousness, Lord, be­longs to Thee,
But guilt to us, and foul dis­grace,
Confusion, shame, and mi­se­ry
Is due to all our faith­less race,
Scattered by sin wher­e’er we rove,
Vile re­bels ’gainst Thy par­don­ing love.

Confusion, mi­se­ry, and shame
Our loud­ly-cry­ing sins re­quire,
Our princ­es, kings, and fa­thers claim
Their por­tion in eter­nal fire,
For all the down­ward path have trod,
For all have sinned against their God.

But O, for­give­ness­es are Thine
Far above all our hearts co­nceive,
The glo­ri­ous pro­per­ty di­vine
Is still to pi­ty and for­give,
With Thee is full re­demp­tion found,
And grace doth more than sin abound.

All may in Thee our gra­cious Lord
Forgivenesses and mer­cies find,
Though we Thy warn­ings have ab­horred,
And cast Thy pre­cepts all be­hind,
The voice di­vine re­fused t’ob­ey,
And start­ed from Thy plain­est way.

All Is­rael has trans­gressed Thy law,
And there­fore did the curse take place,
Our sins did all Thy judg­ments draw
In show­ers on our de­vot­ed race,
Thou hast ful­filled Thy threat­en­ing Word,
We bear the fu­ry of the Lord.

Justly we all Thine an­ger bear,
Chastised for our ini­qui­ty,
Yet made we not our hum­ble pray­er,
Yet have we not re­turned to Thee,
Renounced our sins, or longed to prove
The truth of Thy for­giv­ing love.

Therefore the Lord, the jea­lous God
Hath watched to bring the ev­il days,
Bruised us with His aveng­ing rod,
Who would not His still voice ob­ey,
Righteous is God in all His ways:
We forced Him to with­draw His grace.

Yet now, O Lord our God, at last
Our sins and wick­ed­ness we own;
We call to mind Thy mer­cies past,
The an­cient days of Thy renown,
The won­ders Thou for us hast wrought,
The arm that out of Egypt brought.

O Lord, ac­cord­ing to Thy love,
Thy ut­most pow­er of love, we pray
Thine an­ger and Thy plague re­move;
Turn from Je­ru­sa­lem away
The curse and pun­ish­ment we feel,
Thou know’st we are Thy peo­ple still.

The ho­ly mount­ain of our God,
The ci­ty Thou hast built be­low,
Thy peo­ple, though dis­persed abroad,
A pro­verb of re­proach and woe,
We have our fa­thers’ sins filled up,
And drunk the bit­ter trem­bling cup.

Now then ack­now­ledge us for Thine,
Regard Thine hum­bled ser­vant’s pray­er,
And cause on us Thy face to shine,
The ru­ins of Thy Church re­pair,
O for the sake of Christ the Lord,
Let all our souls be now re­stored.

My God, in­cline Thine ear, and hear,
Open Thine eyes our wastes to see,
Thy fall­en de­so­late Si­on cheer,
The city which is named by Thee;
Not for our cry the grace be shown,
But hear, in Je­sus hear Thine own.

All our de­sert, we own, is hell,
But spare us for Thy mer­cy sake,
We hum­bly to Thy grace ap­peal,
And Je­sus’ wounds our re­fuge make,
O let us all Thy mer­cy prove,
The rich­es of Thy par­don­ing love.

O Lord, at­tend, O Lord for­give,
O Lord, re­gard our pray­er, and do,
Hasten, my God, and bid us live,
The full­ness of Thy mer­cy show,
Thy city, and Thy peo­ple own,
And per­fect all our souls in one.