Prayers for Condemned Malefactors, 2

Faithful and True, Thy word we plead,
Met in Thy name to intercede
For the sad sons of woe,
Cut off by man, to death consign'd,
And justly swept from earth to find
Severer pains below.

With Sinai's thunderings. Lord, begin
To rouse the sleeping slaves of sin,
To' o'erwhelm with guilty shame;
Put them in fear. Thy wrath reveal.
Shake o'er the opening mouth of hell,
And scorch them with the flame.

Conviction's sharpest arrows dart.
And pierce their adamantine heart.
Who now to falsehoods fly;
That when their lies are swept away,
Cut off from all resource they may
To Thee for refuge cry.

Soon as Thou hear'st their contrite moan,
"Save, or eternally undone,
We die the second death,"
O let them call Thy death to mind.
And sinking into Tophet find
Thy mercy's arms beneath!