Raise Not Thy Hand in Judgment, Lord

Raise not Thy hand in judg­ment

Lord

[originally

Enter not into jud­gment

Lord]

With us

a guil­ty race;

Thy need­ful suc­cor now af­ford

And help us in dis­tress.

Let not the wa­ter­spouts des­cend

Nor burst upon our plains;

But in Thy mer­cy con­des­cend

To stay the sweep­ing rains.

Command the cloud­ed sun to shine

And shed a con­stant ray;

Directed by a hand di­vine

Our night shall turn to day.

Oh let its fruc­ti­fy­ing beam

The pre­cious grain ma­ture;

And we Thy good­ness will pro­claim

Whose pro­mise shall en­dure.

Wonder and love shall tune our tongues

For all Thy kind­ness shown

While thank­ful we in joy­ful songs

Thy gra­cious hand will own.