See, gracious God, before thy throne

Thy mourning people bend;

’Tis on thy sovereign grace alone

Our humble hopes depend.

2 Dark, frowning judgments from thy hand,

Thy dreadful powers display;

Yet mercy spares this guilty land,

And still we live to pray.

3 O, turn us, turn us, mighty Lord,

By thy convincing grace;

Then shall our hearts obey thy word,

And humbly seek thy face.