Would you, dear Lord, our spirits move?
True love and zeal for souls renew?
May we seek your face on bended knees
Hold up our land with fervent pleas;
Pass us not, our thousands die,
Hear, O Lord, our mercy cry!
From worthless things, turn our eyes
Let our ears pay heed to hopeless cries;
May our hearts break for broken lives
Night and day, let our prayers arise!
Pass us not, our thousands die,
Hear O Lord, our mercy cry!
For hope we plead, for mercy pray
Lift up your Cross o’er our land today
That dying men see the living Christ
Who, for every soul, was sacrificed
Pass us not, tens of thousands die,
Hear O Lord, our mercy cry!
Amidst distress, let Your mercy rain
O’er this land plunged in sin and pain
Heal the sick, set the captives free
That many more are saved for eternity
You pass us not, as our thousands die,
In love and mercy, You hear our cry!
arjohn
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