Lord, Look on This, Our Panting Earth!

Lord

look on this

our pant­ing earth!

Behold our dy­ing grain:

Our land op­pressed with cru­el dearth

And groans for want of rain.

Our land is like the bar­ren sands

Beneath the burn­ing sky!

And all her pro­duct wi­ther­ing stands

And ev­ery plant must die.

All liv­ing crea­tures feel dis­tressed

And all their com­fort fails;

The whole of na­ture is op­pressed

Because Thy wrath pre­vails.

Thy judg­ments Lord! are ve­ry just

If Thou shouldst nev­er grant

A sin­gle rain to lay the dust

That could re­vive a plant.

Our minds are filled with dread and fear

And con­scious of our guilt;

The curs­es we de­serve to bear

They will

and must be felt.

O

we should feel a hea­vy hand!

A thing we nev­er knew;

Should drought con­tinue in our land

Till fa­mine would en­sue.

With us it soon may be the case

As else­where it hath been;

Our wretch­ed land in ev­ery place

Is filled and stained with sin.

Have mer­cy

Lord

we hum­bly pray!

Send us a gra­cious rain.

O turn Thy fear­ful threats away!

Revive our hopes again.