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XVII This be our prayer, O Saviour of our souls,
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.