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One night we each in private prayed.

Our country might find grace;

now hear the same petitions made

in this appointed place.

Or, if among us some be met,

so careless of their sin,

they have not cried for mercy yet,

Lord, make them now begin.

Thou, by whose death poor sinners live,

by whom their prayers succeed,

Thy Spirit of supplication give,

and we shall pray indeed.

Great God of Hosts, deliverance bring;

guide those that hold the helm;

support the state, preserve the king (president),

and spare the guilty realm.

Or, should the dread decree be past,

and we must feel Thy rod,

may faith and patience hold us fast

to our correcting God.

What ever be our destined case,

accept us in Thy Son,

give us His Gospel and His grace,

and then, Thy will be done.

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