Hymns From The Morningland

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.