Low in the Dust

Verse 1

Low in the dust, O LORD, we lie, O'erwhelmed beneath Thy chastening rod; Yet to Thy throne we humbly cry, Yet look for all to God, our God!

Verse 2

How long shall we Thy rescue crave, And Thou refuse Thy grace Divine? Arise, Thy suffering Church to save, And scatter all her foes and Thine!

Verse 3

Our past neglect no more reprove, Our countless sins forget, forgive; Shine forth once more a God of love; Break off our bonds, and bid us live.

Verse 4

Accept the captive's lonely plea; The contrite sinner's hopes restore. Be Thine to guide, to guard, to free; Be ours to praise Thee evermore.