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O righteous God, thou Judge supreme,
We tremble at thy dreadful name
And all our crying guilt we own,
In dust and tears, before thy throne.
Justly might this polluted land
Prove all the vengeance of thy hand;
And, bathed in heaven, thy sword might come,
To drink our blood, and seal our doom.
Yet hast thou not a remnant here,
Whose souls are filled with pious fear?
O bring thy wonted mercy nigh,
While prostrate at thy feet they lie!
Behold their tears, attend their moan,
Nor turn away their secret groan:
With these we join our humble prayer,
Our nation shield, our country spare.
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1899 | # 720 |
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WELLS (Holroyd)
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 300 | F | | # 720 | F | | # 93 | D |
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