132. GREAT King of nations, hear our prayer, while at Thy feet we fall, humbly, with united cry, to Thee for mercy call; The guilt is ours, but grace is Thine, O turn us not away, Our fathers' sins were manifold, and ours no less we own, To Thee we look'd, to Thee we cried, and help in Thee was found. With one consent we meekly bow beneath Thy chastening hand, 133. GREAT 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, |