Mercy, Lord for things to come,
There seems no measure of the sum.
There is no space between a birth,
And when another leaves the earth.
Troubles mounting day by day,
While hell equips to have its way.
With warriors from Your throne on high,
strip the curtain from the sky.
Rescue us from certain death,
Sustain our hearts with living breath.
Protect our minds with shields of stone,
Until You come to bring us home.