While Oer 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?
The helpless sinner’s cries and tears
Are grown familiar to Thine ears;
Oft has Thy mercy sent relief,
When all was fear and hopeless grief.
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.