Look on your people's grief (English Poetry)

O’ that you would rend the heaven
And come down to judge my Lord!
Sky-scraping mountains N’ caisson
May tremble before you, our God!
 
As like fire burns on the wood
As like the Sun is coming closer   
As the hot water boils the food
The situation will be as closure
 
Therefore Thy name will be famous
To the adversaries and the nations
Colliding clouds will spread flames 
The mountains will melt before you
 
Who else is in the World but you -
The Lord giving appropriate reply
To the servant who trusts in you?
Is there any other refuge to rely?
 
You’ll rush to help in the need
To those who’re glad to be right
And who remember you indeed
And who follow Thy ways upright
 
Having sinned for a long time
How are we to be redeemed?
Before you, we did awful crime
Where our salvation is seemed?
 
We became like the unclean ones
Our fair acts are like grimy rags
Like the storm, our transgressions
Are fluttering us away as flags
 
None is here to praise your grace
No one strives to lay hold of you
From us you’ve hidden your face
You’ve left us with our sins too.
 
Yet, you are the father to us pray
We are the herd of our shepherd
Not the children, but we are clay
By Thy hands, mold us tempered 
 
Lord, do not be angry with us
We will be charred as a leaf
Don’t mind our faults and fuss
Look on your people’s grief
 
Will you be still silent O’ Lord?
Seeing the stressful injustice,
Drawn to your people horde.
Will you, O’ Lord leave us rustic?