IW
Verse 1
Lord, in this Thy mercy’s day,
Ere it pass for aye away,
On our knees we fall and pray.
Verse 2
Holy Jesus, grant us tears,
Fill us with heart-searching fears
Ere that awful doom appears.
Verse 3
Lord, on us Thy Spirit pour,
Kneeling lowly at the door,
Ere it close for evermore.
Verse 4
By Thy night of agony,
By Thy supplicating cry,
By Thy willingness to die,
Verse 5
By Thy tears of bitter woe
For Jerusalem below,
Let us not Thy love forego.
Verse 6
’Neath Thy wings let us have place,
Lest we lose this day of grace
Ere we shall behold Thy face.
Isaac Williams, “Lord, in This Thy Mercy's Day”