Long and loud for vengeance call,

Thou hast mercy more abounding; Jesus' blood can cleanse them all.

Humbly at Thy feet we bend; Hear us, fasting, praying, mourning, Hear us, spare us, and defend.

W. TANSUR.

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1 Lord, let Thy goodness lead our land,
Still saved by Thine almighty hand,
The tribute of its love to bring
To Thee, our Saviour, and our King.

2 Let ev'ry sacred temple raise
Triumphant songs of holy praise;

Let ev'ry peaceful, private home
A temple, Lord, to Thee become

3 Still be it our supreme delight
To walk as in Thy glorious sight;
Still in Thy precepts and Thy fear,
Till life's last hour, to persevere.