Hymns for Times of Trouble and Persecution, 3

Jesu, sin-atoning Lamb,
Thine utmost pity show;
All the virtue of Thy name
O let Thy rebels know!
Us, by God and man abhorr'd,
Into Thy kind protection take;
Spare the guilty nation, Lord,
For Thy own mercy's sake.

Worst of all the' apostate race,
Yet listen to our cry;
Most unworthy of Thy grace,
Without Thy grace we die;
Tophet is our just reward,
Yet snatch us from the burning lake,
Spare the guilty nation, Lord,
For Thy own mercy's sake.

Scandal of the Christian name,
Which still we vainly bear,
Sodom like, our sin and shame
We openly declare,
Trample on Thy sacred word,
And cast Thy laws behind our back:
Spare the guilty nation, Lord,
For Thy own mercy's sake.

Though Thy judgments are abroad,
Let us Thy goodness prove;
Save us, O all-gracious God,
In honour of Thy love:
Though Thy righteous wrath is stirr'd,
Arising slow, the earth to shake,
Spare the guilty nation, Lord,
For Thy own mercy's sake.

In our forty days reprieve,
Warn the rebellious race;
Bid us turn, repent, and live
To glorify Thy grace;
O reverse the threatening word,
And do not, do not vengeance take,
Spare the guilty nation, Lord,
For Thy own mercy's sake.

O alarm the sleeping crowd,
And fill their souls with dread;
Then avert the lowering cloud,
Impendent o'er our head:
Turn aside the' invading sword,
And drive the alien armies back;
Spare the guilty nation, Lord,
For Thy own mercy's sake.