tr., John Brownlie 10,10,10,4 I This be our prayer, O Saviour of our souls, When night is dark, and muttering thunder rolls, For none but Thee the power of hell controls, -- Have mercy, Lord. II There is no help, if Thou no help wilt bring; No heavenly messenger on speedy wing; Hope gilds the morn, if to Thy cross we cling, -- Have mercy, Lord. III Woeful the threats that flash from Sinai's hill; Dark are the fears, our guilty souls that fill; Help we have none, -- O then, of Thy sweet will, Have mercy, Lord. IV Strong is the arm that in our cause was raised, -- Christ, be Thy name to endless ages praised, Who, at the hands of sinners was abased; -- Have mercy, Lord. V Doomed to our death, the God-man bowed the head; Pierced for our sins, upon the cross He bled; Life is His gift, Who liveth, and was dead; -- Have mercy, Lord; VI Life, and to live, amid the bliss beyond, Where souls beloved, to loving souls respond, Free from all bondage in Thy gentle bond, -- Have mercy, Lord. |