Drawn down by public crimes

Drawn down by public crimes,
If vengeance must take place,
Why, Lord, in our degenerate times
Hast Thou remember'd gi'ace?
Thy kingdom why restored?
What means Thy Spirit's strife,
While thousands by His powerful word
Are pass'd from death to life?
The tokens of Thy love
On every side we see.
And crowds begotten from above
Stretch out their hands to Thee:
Against this evil day
Ready prepared they stand.
To turn Thy vengeful wrath away,
And save a guilty land.

Even now with them we meet
Around Thy gracious throne,
And mercy for a land entreat
Where Thou art truly known:
We wrestle for the throng
Who dead in sins abide.
Because the judgment lingers long
Who all Thy threats deride.
What canst Thou do to save
The souls insensible,
Who madly their destruction brave,
And laugh at death and hell?
They ask the scourge to see,
They bid Thy day make haste,
But public ill, o'erruled by Thee,
Shall turn to good at last.