Have mercy. Lord! the world restrain

Have mercy. Lord! the world restrain;
The wicked is a scourge of Thine.
Crush'd by the pride of carnal man,
Dire instrument of wrath Divine,
Our soul in helpless misery lies,
And only Thou canst bid us rise.

Contemn'd and hated for Thy cause,
Thy only favour we implore;
Strengthen us to endure the cross
Till all their tyranny is o'er.
Till Christ with our reward come down,
And every sufferer takes his crown.