Stanza | Poetry Source by First Line | |||
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1 |
Will God forever cast us off? His wrath forever smoke Against the people of His love, His little chosen flock? |
WILL God for ever cast us off?, Stanza 1 |
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2 |
Where once Thy churches prayed and sang Thy foes profanely rage; Amid Thy gates their ensigns hang And there their host engage. |
WILL God for ever cast us off?, Stanza 4 |
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3 |
No prophet speaks to calm our grief, But all in silence mourn; Nor know the time of our relief, The hour of Thy return. |
WILL God for ever cast us off?, Stanza 8 |
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4 |
Our foes would triumph in our blood, And make our hope their jest; Plead Thy own cause, Almighty God, And give Thy children rest. |
WILL God for ever cast us off?, Stanza 17 |