Oh Lord, We Tremble at Thy Frown

Oh Lord

we trem­ble at Thy frown

And dread Thy scourg­ing hand;

The va­ried sins and crimes we own

Of this our guil­ty land.

But spare

oh Lord

in mer­cy spare

The her­bage of the field;

And un­der Thy pater­nal care

May it abun­dance yield.

Restrain the so­lar fer­vid ray

And grant re­fresh­ing rains;

Restore the ver­dure from de­cay

And drench the parch­èd plains.

But speak the word

and soon shall rise

The faint and wi­thered grain;

And hopeful pros­pects of sup­plies

Our hearts shall raise again.

Then we our gra­ti­tude will show

To our pre­ser­ver

God;

Our songs of me­lo­dy shall flow

And spread His praise abroad.