Show mer­cy, Lord, re­veal Thy pow­er;
Turn Thy af­flict­ing hand;
That much de­sir­èd peace re­store
To this, our wretch­ed land.

We have of­fend­ed Thee, our God!
Our crimes are ve­ry great;
Sedition, war, and shed­ding blood,
Deserve to be our fate.

Long have Thine of­fers been de­nied;
In vain Thy calls have been;
Well we de­serve to be de­stroyed,
And per­ish in our sin.

Our en­emies with all their hosts,
Invade us ev­ery­where;
They trou­ble us in all our coasts
And fill our land with fear.

What num­bers of our fel­low men
Become a prey to death;
When in the field of bat­tle slain,
And there re­sign their breath.

Whilst oth­ers are swept off the stage,
By var­ious com­plaints,
Which, in our guil­ty camps do rage
And hur­ry them from hence.

What sor­rows, trou­bles, griefs and woes
In ev­ery place abound;
What num­bers of our cru­el foes
Encompass us around.

We grieve to see the great dis­tress
The pre­sent times have made;
Poor wi­dows, or­phans fa­ther­less,
Without sup­port or aid.

Have mer­cy gra­cious God! we pray,
Lord, hear the cries we make;
O! cast us not from Thee away,
Spare us for Je­sus’ sake.