1 The Lord is near! with Sinai trend
He comes to earth again;
From sudden darkness overhead,
A tongue of lightning, clear and dread,
Enough to wake the dusty dead,
Proclaims God's will to men.

2 Oh, bleeding country, now arise,
And call upon the Lord;
Thy broken heart and tearful eyes
Win pity on thee from the skies,
Through Christ, the world's slain sacrifice,
Who saves thee by his word.

3 Thou God of nations, hear our prayer;
We lift our thoughts to thee;
Our sinful nation's life, oh spare!
And may our grief thy grace declare,
By every Christly cross we bear
To bless and make men free.