Subdue Thou our rebellious mood,
And make us, sinners, pure and good;
Whom Thou dost turn, soon turn'd is he,
Who heareth Thee, is heard by Thee!
And let Thine eye now friendly be,
The anguish'd cry that reacheth Thee
From earth, from our sad hearts, O Lord,
With gracious ear do Thou regard.
Wrath's black robe tear off with Thy hand
And comfort Thou us and our land,