THIS race in such corruption, Is steeped in evil deeds, Its every aspiration, Tainted with selfish greed!
Not one among us pleases The eye of God above; No thirsting seeker reaches To understand His love.
Such foolish pride, in blindness, Spurns God, the sovereign Lord; Despises all His kindness, And scorns His gracious Word.
Let fall Thy rod of terror, Then saving grace impart; Roll back the veil of error, Release the fettered heart.
O that the Lord’s salvation Were out of Zion come; To save and heal our nation, And lead lost sinners home.
And we shall give the glory In gladness, Lord, to Thee, And praise Thee for the story Of captive souls set free.
Evangelical Psalter © The Wakeman Trust