Say, is this wild, cor­rupt­ed na­tion
Blest with a few who seek the Lord?
Say, is there one in ev­ery sta­tion
Who loves t’obey Je­ho­vah’s word?

Are all agreed t’in­crease the sad­ness
Of such a dark and gloomy time?
Do all run on in head­strong mad­ness,
And scorn re­pent­ance for the crime?

Is this, in­deed, our sad con­di­tion?
No: let me bless the God of grace!
There are a few who with con­tri­tion
Lament for sin be­fore His face.

Let me en­cour­age their con­fess­ion,
Their strong en­trea­ties for this land!
Though ’tis a time of great trans­gress­ion,
Yet, sure­ly, God is still at hand.

Ye hum­ble souls, pray with­out ceas­ing,
To you the Lord will lend an ear;
While sins and judg­ments are in­creas­ing,
O pray in faith and per­se­vere.

O pray, nor be too much de­ject­ed,
Ask all in Je­su’s wor­thy name!
Your suit shall ne­ver be re­ject­ed,
Through Him we may for­give­ness claim.

Come, sin­ners, join in each pe­ti­tion,
Nor tempt the Lord by your de­lay:
He gives re­pent­ance and re­mis­sion
To all who do sin­cere­ly pray.

Let ev­ery soul in ev­ery sta­tion
Join their as­sist­ance—who can tell
But God may turn and bless this na­tion,
And send con­ten­tion down to hell.