See, Gracious God, Before Thy Throne

See

gra­cious God

be­fore Thy throne

Thy mourn­ing peo­ple bend!

’Tis on Thy sov­er­eign grace alone

Our hum­ble hopes de­pend.

Tremendous judg­ments from Thy hand

Thy dread­ful power dis­play:

Yet mer­cy spares this guil­ty land

And yet we live to pray.

Great God

and why this na­tion spare

Ungrateful as we are?

O be these aw­ful warn­ings heard

While mer­cy cries

Fore­bear.

What nu­mer­ous crimes in­creas­ing rise

Where Sa­tan shows his smile?

What land so fa­vored of the skies

And yet what land so vile?

How changed

alas! are truths di­vine

For er­ror

guilt and shame!

What im­pi­ous num­bers

bold in sin

Disgrace the Christ­ian name!

O bid us turn

al­migh­ty Lord

By Thy re­sist­less grace;

Then shall our hearts ob­ey Thy word

And hum­bly seek Thy face.

Then should in­sult­ing foes in­vade

We shall not sink in fear;

Secure of nev­er fail­ing aid

If God

our God

is near.