Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

454 (C.M.) Anne Steele

See, gracious God, before Thy throne,

Thy mourning people bend!

'Tis on Thy sov'reign grace alone,

Our humble hopes depend.

Tremendous judgments from Thy hand

Thy dreadful pow'r display;

Yet mercy spares this guilty land,

And still we live to pray.

Great God! and is our nation spared,

Ungrateful as we are?

Oh, make the awful warnings heard

While mercy cries, "Forbear!"

What place so favored of the skies

As this our native land!

What num'rous crimes increasing rise,

Yet still Thou stay'st Thy hand.

How changed alas! are truths divine,

For error, guilt, and shame!

What impious numbers, bold in sin,

Disgrace the Christian name!

O turn us, turn us, mighty Lord,

By Thy resistless grace;

Then shall our hearts obey Thy word,

And humbly seek Thy face.