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

2 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.

3 Hence, ye foes! He comes in grace,
God hath deigned to hear me;
I may come before His face,
He is inly near me;
He o'erthrows
All my foes,
Death and hell are vanquished,
In whose bonds I languished.

4 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 love hath stirred us,
And whose pity heard us.