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Why hast thou cast us off, O God?
wilt thou no more return?
O why against thy chosen flock
does thy fierce anger burn?
Think on thy ancient purchase, Lord,
the land that is thy own;
By thee redeemed, and Zion's mount,
where once thy glory shone.
O come, and view our ruined state!
how long our troubles last!
See how the foe, with wicked rage,
has laid thy temple waste.
Thy foes blaspheme thy Name, where late
thy zealous servants prayed;
The heathen there, with haughty pomp,
their banners have displayed.
Those curious carvings, which did once
advance the artist's fame,
With ax and hammer they destroy,
like works of vulgar frame.
Thy holy temple they have burnt:
and what escaped the flame
Has been profaned, and quite defaced,
though sacred to thy Name.
Thy worship wholly to destroy
maliciously they aimed;
And all the sacred places burned,
where we thy praise proclaimed.
Yet of thy presence thou vouchsaf'st
no tender signs to send;
We have no prophet now, that knows
When this sad state shall end.
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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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1696
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 74:1-9;
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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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| 1821 | # 74 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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BALERMA
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1833
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 169 | Ab | | # 365 | Ab | | # 354 | Ab | | # 529 | Ab | | # 559 | Ab | | # 564 | A | | # 297 | A |
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