I

When in the clouds the Lord appears,

And angels stand around His throne;

When judgment fills the soul with fears,

And none can aught of sin disown;—

Spare me, O Lord, Thy creature spare,

And let my soul Thy mercy share.

II

Even in Thy judgment mercy shew;—

But ere that awful day awakes,

Make me my guilty state to know,

And from my evil courses break;—

Spare me, O Lord, Thy creature spare,

And let my soul Thy mercy share.

III

For Thou art pitiful and kind,

And Thou hast died, O Judge of men,

That, ere the Judgment, I may find

The path that leads to life again;—

Spare me, O Lord, Thy creature spare,

And let my soul Thy mercy share.

IV

I have no penitence nor tears,

I have no merit of my own;

But, ah! my soul is filled with fears,

And gladly would its sin disown;—

Spare me, O Lord, Thy creature spare,

And let my soul Thy mercy share.

V

And bring me nigh the throne of grace,

That, ere the day of Judgment dire,

I may behold Thy loving face,

And flee Thine all consuming ire;—

Spare me, O Lord, Thy creature spare,

And let my soul Thy mercy share.

VI

Swift draws the day of Judgment nigh;

Wake, wake, my soul, the Judge is near!

And call for mercy while thy cry

Can enter His inclining ear;—

Spare me, O Lord, Thy creature spare,

And let my soul Thy mercy share.