Lord, in this thy mercy's day, Ere the time shall pass away On our knees we fall and pray. | Holy Jesus, grant us tears, Fill us with heart-searching fears, Ere that day of doom appears. | Lord, on us thy Spirit pour, Kneeling lowly at thy door, Ere it close for evermore. | By thy night of agony, By thy supplicating cry, By thy willingness to die, | By thy tears of bitter woe For Jerusalem below, Let us not thy love forego. | Judge and Savior of our race, Grant us, when we see thy face, With thy ransomed ones a place. | On thy love we rest alone And that love shall then be known By the pardoned, round thy throne. | |