1 Dread Jehovah, God of Nations,
From Thy temple in the skies,
Hear Thy people's supplications.
Now for their deliverance rise:

2 Lo, with deep contrition turning,
Humbly at Thy feet we bend;
Hear us, fasting, praying, mourning;
Hear us, spare us, and defend.

3 Though our sins, our hearts confounding,
Long and loud for vengeance call,
Thou hast mercy more abounding,
Jesus' blood can cleanse them all.

4 Let that love veil our transgression;
Let that blood our guilt efface:
Save Thy people from oppression,
Save from spoil Thy holy place.