283. Lord, in this Thy mercy's day

Lord, in this Thy mercy's day,

Ere it pass for aye away,

On our knees we fall and pray.

Holy Jesu, grant us tears,

Fill us with heart-searching fears

Ere that awful doom appears.

Lord, on us Thy Spirit pour,

Kneeling lowly at the door

Ere it close for evermore.

By Thy night of agony,

By Thy supplicating cry,

By Thy willingness to die,

By Thy tears of bitter woe

For Jerusalem below,

Let us not Thy love forego.

Grant us 'neath Thy wings a place,

Lest we lose this day of grace

Ere we shall behold Thy face.