In grief and fear, to thee, O Lord
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In grief and fear, to thee, O Lord,We now for succor fly;Thine awful judgments are abroad,O shield us, lest we die.
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The fell disease on every sideWalks forth with tainted breath;And pestilence, with rapid stride,Bestrews the land with death.
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O look with pity on the sceneOf sadness and of dread;And let thine angel stand betweenThe living and the dead.
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With contrite hearts, to thee, our King,We turn who oft have strayed;Accept the sacrifice we bring,And let the plague be stayed.
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We offer thee the incense sweetThat from the heart doth rise:Good works, with true repentance meet,Shall be our sacrifice.