O God the Great

O God the great

the fear­ful God

To Thee we hum­bly sue for peace

Groaning be­neath a na­tion’s load

And crushed by our own wick­ed­ness

Our guilt we trem­ble to de­clare

And pour out our sad souls in pray­er.

Thee we rev­ere

the faith­ful Lord

Keeping the co­ve­nant of Thy grace

True to Thine ev­er­last­ing Word

Loving to all who seek Thy face

And keep Thy kind com­mands

and prove

Their faith by their obe­di­ent love.

But we have on­ly ev­il wrought

Have done to our good God des­pite

Rebellious with our mak­er fought

And sinned against the Gos­pel light

Departed from His right­eous ways

And fall­en

fall­en from His grace.

We have not heark­ened to the Word

Thy pro­phets and apos­tles spoke;

In them we dis­ob­eyed their Lord:

Our princ­es have cast off the yoke

Our kings Thy sov­er­eign will with­stood

Our fa­thers have de­nied their God.

The rich

and poor

the high

and low

Have tram­pled on Thy mild com­mand;

The floods of wick­ed­ness o’er­flow

And de­luge all our guil­ty land

People and priest lie drowned in sin

And To­phet yawns to take us in.

Righteousness

Lord

be­longs to Thee

But guilt to us

and foul dis­grace

Confusion

shame

and mi­se­ry

Is due to all our faith­less race

Scattered by sin wher­e’er we rove

Vile re­bels ’gainst Thy par­don­ing love.

Confusion

mi­se­ry

and shame

Our loud­ly-cry­ing sins re­quire

Our princ­es

kings

and fa­thers claim

Their por­tion in eter­nal fire

For all the down­ward path have trod

For all have sinned against their God.

But O

for­give­ness­es are Thine

Far above all our hearts co­nceive

The glo­ri­ous pro­per­ty di­vine

Is still to pi­ty and for­give

With Thee is full re­demp­tion found

And grace doth more than sin ab­ound.

All may in Thee our gra­cious Lord

Forgivenesses and mer­cies find

Though we Thy warn­ings have ab­horred

And cast Thy pre­cepts all be­hind

The voice di­vine re­fused t’ob­ey

And start­ed from Thy plain­est way.

All Is­ra­el has trans­gressed Thy law

And there­fore did the curse take place

Our sins did all Thy judg­ments draw

In show­ers on our de­vot­ed race

Thou hast ful­filled Thy threat­en­ing Word

We bear the fu­ry of the Lord.

Justly we all Thine an­ger bear

Chastised for our ini­qui­ty

Yet made we not our hum­ble pray­er

Yet have we not re­turned to Thee

Renounced our sins

or longed to prove

The truth of Thy for­giv­ing love.

Therefore the Lord

the jea­lous God

Hath watched to bring the ev­il days

Bruised us with His aveng­ing rod

Who would not His still voice ob­ey

Righteous is God in all His ways:

We forced Him to with­draw His grace.

Yet now

O Lord our God

at last

Our sins and wick­ed­ness we own;

We call to mind Thy mer­cies past

The an­cient days of Thy renown

The won­ders Thou for us hast wrought

The arm that out of Egypt brought.

O Lord

ac­cord­ing to Thy love

Thy ut­most pow­er of love

we pray

Thine an­ger and Thy plague re­move;

Turn from Je­ru­sa­lem away

The curse and pun­ish­ment we feel

Thou know’st we are Thy peo­ple still.

The ho­ly mount­ain of our God

The ci­ty Thou hast built be­low

Thy peo­ple

though dis­persed abroad

A pro­verb of re­proach and woe

We have our fa­thers’ sins filled up

And drunk the bit­ter trem­bling cup.

Now then ack­now­ledge us for Thine

Regard Thine hum­bled serv­ant’s pray­er

And cause on us Thy face to shine

The ru­ins of Thy Church re­pair

O for the sake of Christ the Lord

Let all our souls be now re­stored.

My God

in­cline Thine ear

and hear

Open Thine eyes our wastes to see

Thy fall­en de­so­late Si­on cheer

The city which is named by Thee;

Not for our cry the grace be shown

But hear

in Je­sus hear Thine own.

All our de­sert

we own

is hell

But spare us for Thy mer­cy sake

We hum­bly to Thy grace ap­peal

And Je­sus’ wounds our re­fuge make

O let us all Thy mer­cy prove

The rich­es of Thy par­don­ing love.

O Lord

at­tend

O Lord for­give

O Lord

re­gard our pray­er

and do

Hasten

my God

and bid us live

The full­ness of Thy mer­cy show

Thy city

and Thy peo­ple own

And per­fect all our souls in one.