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Why art thou, Lord, so long from us
in all this danger deep?
Why doth thy anger kindle thus
at thy own pasture sheep?
Lord, call the people to thy thought
which have been thine so long,
The which thou hast redeemed and brought
from bondage sore and strong.
Have mind therefore, and think upon,
remember it full well,
Thy pleasant place, thy mount Zion,
where thou wast wont to dwell.
Lift up thy feet, and come in haste,
and all thy foes deface,
Who now at pleasure rob and waste
within thy holy place.
Amidst thy congregations all
thy foes do roar, O God;
They set as signs on ev'ry wall
banners displayed abroad:
As men with axes hew down trees
that on the hills do grow,
So shine the bills and swords of these
within thy temple now.
The cieling fine, and carved boards,
with all the goodly stones,
With axes, hammers, bills and swords,
they beat them down at once.
Thy places they consume with flame,
their rage doth so abound;
The house appointed to thy Name,
they raise e'en to the ground.
And thus they say within their heart,
Dispatch them out of hand:
Then burn they up in ev'ry, part.
God's houses through the land.
Yet thou no sign of help dost send,
our prophets all are gone
To tell when this our plague shall end
among us there is none.
How long, Lord, shall thy enemies
thus boldly thee defame?
Shall they for evermore blaspheme
thy great and holy Name?
Why dost thou thy right hand withdraw
from us so long away?
Out of thy bosom pluck it forth
With speed thy foes to slay.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1562,1812
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 74:1-12;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1812 | # 74 |
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