Come, Let Our Souls Adore the Lord

Come

let our souls adore the Lord

Whose judg­ments yet delay;

Who yet sus­pends the lift­ed sword

And gives us leave to pray.

In ar­mies

fleets or strong al­lies

No more we place our trust;

On God alone our hope re­lies

Kind

po­tent

wise and just.

Great is our guilt

our fears are great

But let us not des­pair;

Still op­en is the mer­cy seat

To pe­ni­tence and pray­er.

Kind In­ter­ces­sor

to Thy love

This bless­èd hope we owe;

O let Thy mer­cies plead above

While we im­plore be­low!

O gra­cious God

for Je­sus’ sake

Attend Thy peo­ple’s cry;

Nor let the kind­ling ven­geance break

Destructive from Thine eye.

Though jus­tice near Thy aw­ful throne

Attends Thy dread com­mand

Lord

hear Thy serv­ants

hear Thy Son

And save a guil­ty land.