O Lord, behold the suppliant band,
That kneels before your throne;
Come, come back, unto the land
That once was all thine own.

By all thy toil by all thy pain,
By ev’ry Sigh and tear,
We pray thee, let not Satan gain
The souls that cost so dear.

Remember, Lord, thy mercies old.
Thy grace so freely giv’n,
When nations thronged into thy fold
Intent on gaining heav’n.

Oh, for the sake of saints who prayed
At altars now laid low;
For deeds of shame, for faith betrayed,
Thy vengeance, Lord, forgo.

And for the sake of those who stood
Amid the nation's fall,
Who kept the faith and shed their blood,
Have mercy now on all.