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 |
Think of the tribes so dearly bought With the Redeemer's blood, Nor let Thy Zion be forgot, Where once Thy glory stood. |
WILL God for ever cast us off?, Stanza 2 |
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3 |
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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4 |
And still to heighten our distress, Thy presence is withdrawn; Thy wonted signs of pow'r and grace Thy pow'r and grace are gone. |
WILL God for ever cast us off?, Stanza 7 |
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5 |
No prophet speaks to calm our grief, But all in silence mourn; Nor know the hour of our relief, The hour of Thy return. |
WILL God for ever cast us off?, Stanza 8 |