Have mercy Lord, on us we pray,
Thy grace to us reveal;
O turn Thy plagues from us away
Tho’ we deserve them well.
Thy punishments are justly due,
And answer to our crimes!
And we are made to feel them too,
In these distressing times.
Lord, what destruction death has made,
How has it swept our towns;
So many numbered with the dead,
In neighboring places round.
Death visits us in all our homes,
And there makes his abode:
And hurries mortals to their tombs,
That sink beneath his load.
Well may we sorrow, weep and mourn,
And pray with all our heart:
That God in mercy may return,
And bid our plagues depart.