Righteous Lord, Thy People Spare!

Righteous Lord

Thy peo­ple spare!

Lo! We turn at last to Thee

Humbly the cor­rect­ion bear

Of our past ini­qui­ty

Own the cause of our dis­tress

Mournfully our sins con­fess.

We Thy judg­ments have ab­horred

We Thy co­ve­nant have broke

Daringly de­nied our Lord

Cast away His ea­sy yoke

Would not cast our sins away

Would not know our gra­cious day.

Therefore is the plague be­gun

Therefore doth it still pro­ceed

Wrath di­vine by means un­known

Wrath di­vine hath done the deed

Made the stalls and pas­tures void

God our cat­tle hath de­stroyed.

Heavier woes He keeps in store

If we still re­fuse to turn

Dare His an­ger’s ut­most pow­er

All His lin­ger­ing pi­ty scorn;

But be­neath Thy hand we bow

Stay Thy plague

and save us now.

Jesu

save us from our sins

Save us from our plague of heart;

All of un­belief con­vince

All un­to Thy­self con­vert;

Let our sin-sick spir­its find

Thee the heal­er of man­kind.

No de­light Thy good­ness hath

In the death of him who dies;

Grant us then the liv­ing faith

Faith that on Thy blood re­lies

Faith that all Thy grace re­ceives

Faith that all Thy full­ness gives.