Dread Jehovah, God of nations,
From Your temple in the skies,
Hear Your people's supplications,
Now for their deliverance rise.
Lo, with deep contritions turning,
Humbly at Your feet we bend;
Hear us, fasting, praying, mourning;
Hear us, spare us, and defend.
Though our sins, our hearts confounding,
Long and loud for vengeance call,
You have mercy more abounding,
Jesus' blood can cleanse from all
Let that love veil our transgressions,
Let that blood our guilt efface;
Save Your people from oppression,
Save from spoil Your holy place.