Lord, when iniquities abound

Verse 1

Lord, when iniquities abound, And growing crimes appear; We view the deluge rising round, With sorrow and with fear.

Verse 2

Yet, when its waves most fiercely beat, And spread destruction wide; Thy spirit can a standard raise To stem the roaring tide.

Verse 3

May thy triumphant arm awake, Thy sacred cause to plead; And let the multitude confess, That thou art God indeed.

Verse 4

O let thy grace dispose their hearts, To bow before thy hand; And let their stubborn necks be bent, To own thy just command.

Verse 5

Our feeble souls do thou support; In us thy pow'r display: And multitudes shall strive in vain To draw us from thy way.