LIGHT IN DARKNESS. 8, 7, 8, 7.

STÖRL. 1744.

DREAD

134.

READ Jehovah, God of nations,
From Thy temple in the skies
Hear Thy people's supplications,
Now for their deliverance rise.
Lo! with deep contrition turning,
Humbly at Thy feet we bend;
Hear us, fasting, praying, mourning,
Hear us, spare us, and defend.

Though our sins, our hearts confounding,
Long and loud for vengeance call,
Thou hast mercy more abounding,
JESUS' blood can cleanse from all.
Let that love veil our transgression,
Let that blood our guilt efface;
Save Thy people from oppression,
Save from spoil Thy holy place,

-men.

ALMIGHTY LORD, before Thy throne

Thy mourning people bend;

And on Thy pardoning grace alone
Our humble hopes depend.

Dark judgments from Thy heavy hand
Thy dreadful power display;
Yet mercy spares our guilty land,
And still we live to pray.

O turn us, turn us, mighty Lord,
Convert us by Thy grace;

Then shall our hearts obey Thy Word,
And humbly seek Thy face.

Then should disease or foes invade,

We shall not sink in fear;
Secure of never-failing aid,
If God, our God, be near.

THERE is a fountain fill'd with blood

Drawn from Emmanuel's veins ;

And sinners plunged beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.

Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,

Till all the ransom'd church of God
Be saved, to sin no more.

Lord, I believe Thou hast prepared
(Unworthy though I be)

For me a blood-bought, free reward,
A golden harp for me!

'Tis strung and tuned for endless years,
And form'd by power divine,

To sound in God the Father's ears
No other Name but Thine.