While o’er Our Guilty Land, O Lord

While o’er our guil­ty land

O Lord

We view the ter­rors of Thy sword

O whi­ther shall the help­less fly?

To whom but Thee di­rect their cry?

On Thee

our guard­ian God

we call;

Before Thy throne of grace we fall;

And is there no de­liv­er­ance there?

And must we per­ish in des­pair?

See

we re­pent

we weep

we mourn;

To our for­sak­en God we turn;

O spare our guil­ty coun­try

spare

The Church which Thou hast plant­ed there.

We plead Thy grace

in­dul­gent God

We plead Thy Son’s aton­ing blood

We plead Thy gra­cious pro­mis­es;

And are they una­vail­ing pleas?

These pleas

pre­sent­ed at Thy throne

Have brought ten thou­sand bless­ings down

On guil­ty lands in help­less woe;

Let them pre­vail and help us

too.