This Be Our Prayer O Saviour Of Our Soul


I
This be our prayer, O Saviour of our souls,
When night is dark, and muttering thunder rolls,
For none but Thee the power of hell controls,-
Have mercy, Lord.

II
There is no help, if Thou no help wilt bring;
No heavenly messenger on speedy wing;
Hope gilds the morn, if to Thy cross we cling,-
Have mercy, Lord.

III
Woeful the threats that flash from Sinai’s hill;
Dark are the fears, our guilty souls that fill;
Help we have none,-O then, of Thy sweet will,
Have mercy, Lord.

IV
Strong is the arm that in our cause was raised,-
Christ, be Thy name to endless ages praised,
Who, at the hands of sinners was abased;-
Have mercy, Lord.

V
Doomed to our death, the God-man bowed the head;
Pierced for our sins, upon the cross He bled;
Life is His gift, Who liveth, and was dead;-
Have mercy, Lord;

VI
Life, and to live, amid the bliss beyond,
Where souls beloved, to loving souls respond,
Free from all bondage in Thy gentle bond,-
Have mercy, Lord.

Hymns from the Morningland,