1 GOD of love, who hear’st the prayer Offer’d for a guilty land, Thou dost yet Thy wrath forbear, Hold awhile Thy lifted hand; Thou with bowels of compassion Giv’st us still a longer space: Turn us then, the sinful nation Conquer by Thy pardoning grace. 2 Thee in dreadful indignation Marching through the land we saw, Stopp’d by Israel’s supplication, Lo! Thou dost the scourge withdraw: O that all might hear and tremble At the long-suspended rod, All in Jesu’s name assemble, All confess the