Words: Isaac Watts
Pleading with submission.
1 Thou whose grace and justice reign Enthroned above the skies, To thee our hearts would tell their pain, To thee we lift our eyes.
2 As servants watch their master's hand, And fear the angry stroke; Or maids before their mistress stand, And wait a peaceful look;
3 So for our sins we justly feel Thy discipline, O God; Yet wait the gracious moment still, Till thou remove thy rod.
4 Those that in wealth and pleasure live, Our daily groans deride, And thy delays of mercy give Fresh courage to their pride.
5 Our foes insult us, but our hope In thy compassion lies; This thought shall bear our spirits up, That God will not despise.