Hymns - Bowed Low in Supplication - Текст песни

Bowed low in supplication,
we come, O Lord, to thee;
thy grace alone can save us,
to thee alone we flee.
We come for this our parish,
thy mercy to implore;
on church, and homes, and people,
O Lord, thy blessing pour.

Blot out our sins, O Father,
forgive the guilty past;
loose from their chains the captives
whom Satan holdeth fast.
Wake up the slumbering conscience
to listen to thy call;
the weak and wavering strengthen,
and raise up them that fall.

O bless and keep the faithful,
that they may stand secure;
unharmed by Satan's malice,
and steadfast, meek, and pure.
With heavenly food supported,
O be they firm and strong,
to follow all things holy,
to flee from all thing wrong.

Lord, banish strife and variance,
knit sundered hearts into one;
and bind us all together
in love to thy dear Son.
O Father, bless our parish,
that all may grow in grace,
and love thee daily better,
until we see thy face.