In grief and fear to Thee, O Lord

Verse 1

In grief and fear, to thee, O Lord, We now for succor fly; Thine awful judgments are abroad, O shield us, lest we die.

Verse 2

O look with pity on the scene Of sadness and of dread; And let thine angel stand between The living and the dead.

Verse 3

With contrite hearts to thee, our King, We turn who oft have strayed; Accept the sacrifice we bring, And let the plague be stayed.