Not in anger, mighty God,
Not in anger smite us;
We must perish if Thy rod
Justly should requite us.
We are nought,
Sin hath brought,
Lord, thy wrath upon us,
Yet have mercy on us!

Show me now a Father's love,
And His tender patience,
Heal my wounded soul, remove
These too sore temptations!
I am weak,
Father, speak
Thou of peace and gladness,
Comfort Thou my sadness.

Weary am I of my pain,
Weary with my sorrow,
Sighing still for help in vain,
Longing for the morrow;
Why wilt Thou
Tarry now?
Wilt Thou friendless leave me,
And of hope bereave me?

Hence, ye foes! He comes in grace,
God hath deign'd to hear me;
I may come before His face,
He is inly near me;
He o'erthrows
All my foes,
Death and hell are vanquish'd
In Whose bonds I languish'd.

Father, hymns to Thee we raise,
Here and once in heaven!
And the Son and spirit praise,
Who our bonds have riven;
Evermore
We adore
Thee whose grace hath stirr'd us,
And whose pity heard us.