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,Philip Doddridge
Nor turn away their secret groan.
With these we join our humble prayer:
Our nation shield, our country spare.
Copied from my grandmother’s hymnal, Hymn Book, Methodist Episcopal Church, South: Nashville, TN, 1901, Hymn #720.
Note: The hymns in this hymnal are not titled. So when I do not know the hymn, I make up a title or simply use the first line.
Photo taken in Milton, FL, 2021