Lord, in this thy mercy's day,
Ere it pass for ay away,
On our knees we fall and pray.

Holy Jesu, grant us tears,
Fill us with heart-searching fears,
Ere that awful doom appears.

Lord, on us thy Spirit pour
Kneeling lowly at the door,
Ere it close for evermore.

By thy night of agony,
By thy supplicating cry,
By thy willingness to die;

By thy tears of bitter woe
For Jerusalem below,
Let us not thy love forgo.

Grant us 'neath thy wings a place,
Lest we lose this day of grace
Ere we shall behold thy face.


I. Williams