Verse 1
God of boundless pity spare
Those that now thine anger bear;
Far from them the scourge remove,
Whom we in thy bowels love.

Verse 2
Why should they be stricken more?
Give thy controversy o’er;
Do not let their foes come nigher,
Cease to plead with sword and fire.

Verse 3
Listening to thy people’s cries,
Rescue them from Rome’s allies;
Stop the ministers of death,
Save the children from their teeth.

Verse 4
Comforter of all that mourn,
Heal whom human fiends have torn,
Sanctify their loss and pain,
Take them to thine arms again.

Verse 5
Jesus, is there not in thee
Balm for every misery?
Let thy love their anguish ease,
Bless them with thy perfect peace.

Verse 6
Now the gospel-grace impart,
Enter every broken heart,
Seal the mourners’ sins forgiven,
Lift them on thy cross to heaven.