Thou judge by whom each em­pire fell,
When pride of pow­er o’er­came it,
Convict us now, if we re­bel,
Our na­tion judge, and shame it.
In each sharp cri­sis, Lord, ap­pear,
Forgive, and show our du­ty clear:
To serve Thee by re­pent­ance.

Search, Lord, our spir­its in Thy sight,
In best and worst re­veal us;
Shed on our souls a blaze of light,
And judge, that Thou may’st heal us.
The pre­sent be our judg­ment day,
When all our lack Thou dost sur­vey:
Show us our­selves and save us.

Lo, fear­ing naught we come to Thee,
Though by our fault con­founded;
Though self­ish, mean, and base we be,
Thy jus­tice is un­bound­ed:
So large, it naught but love re­quires,
And judg­ing, par­dons, frees, in­spires.
Deliver us from evil!