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132. GR VREAT King of nations, hear our prayer, while at Thy feet we fall,
And humbly, with united cry, to Thee for mercy call; The guilt is ours, but grace is Thine, O turn us not away, But hear us from Thy lofty throne, and help us when we pray. Our fathers' sins were manifold, and ours no less we own, Yet wondrously from age to age Thy goodness hath been shown; When dangers, like a stormy sea, beset our country round, To Thee we look'd, to Thee we cried, and help in Thee was found. With one consent we meekly bow beneath Thy chastening band, And, pouring forth confession meet, mourn with our mourning land; With pitying eye behold our need, as thus we lift our prayer, “Correct us with Thy judgments, Lord, then let Thy mercy spare."
God, to Thee our song we raise, ,
To Thee devote our grateful praise ; O never may our footsteps rove From Thee, the source of truth and love; But may we still Thy praise proclaim, And joy in our Redeemer's Name.
What though the fig-tree shall decay,
Though in our folds no flocks abound,