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Verse 1
Dread Jehovah, God of nations,
From Thy temple in the skies
Hear Thy people’s supplications;
Now for their deliverance rise.
Verse 2
Lo! with deep contrition turning,
Humbly at Thy feet we bend;
Hear us, fasting, praying, mourning;
Hear us, spare us, and defend.
Verse 3
Though our sins, our hearts confounding,
Long and loud for vengeance call,
Thou hast mercy more abounding,
Jesus’ blood can cleanse them all.
Verse 4
Let that love veil our transgression;
Let that blood our guilt efface;
Save Thy people from oppression,
Save from spoil Thy holy place.