O righteous God, Thou Judge supreme

Verse 1

O Righteous God, thou judge supreme, We tremble at thy dreadful name, And all our trying guilt we own In dust and tears before thy throne.

Verse 2

So manifold our crimes have been, Such crimson tincture dyes our sin, That, could we all its horrors know, Our streaming eyes with blood might flow.

Verse 3

Estrang'd from reverential awe, We trample on thy sacred law; And, tho' such wonders grace hath done, Anew we crucify his Son.

Verse 4

Justly might this polluted land, Prove all the vengeance of thy hand; And bath'd in heav'n, thy sword might come To drink our blood, and seal our doom.

Verse 5

Yet hast thou not a remnant here, Whose souls are fill'd with pious fear? O bring thy wonted mercy nigh, While prostrate at thy feet they lie.

Verse 6

Behold their tears, attend their moan, Nor turn away their secret groan: With these we join our humble pray'r; Our nation shield, our country spare.

Verse 7

[But if the sentence be decreed, And our dear native land must bleed, By thy sure mark may we be known, And save in life or death thy own.]