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1 |
WILL God for ever cast us off? His Wrath for ever smoke Against the People of his Love, His little chosen Flock? |
Mear 49b, Stanza 1 |
Will God Forever Cast Us Off? (Mear) 49b, Stanza 1 |
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2 |
Think of the Tribes so dearly bought With their Redeemer's Blood; Nor let thy Sion be forgot, Where once thy Glory stood. |
Mear 49b, Stanza 2 |
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3 |
Lift up thy Feet, and march in haste, Aloud our Ruin calls; See what a wide and fearful Waste Is made within thy Walls. |
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4 |
Where once thy Churches pray'd and sang, Thy Foes profanely roar: Over thy Gates their Ensigns hang, Sad Tokens of their Power. |
Mear 49b, Stanza 3 |
Will God Forever Cast Us Off? (Mear) 49b, Stanza 2 |
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5 |
How are the Seats of Worship broke! They tear thy Buildings down, And he that deals the heaviest Stroke Procures the chief Renown. |
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6 |
With Flames they threaten to destroy Thy Children in their Nest; Come let us burn at once, they cry, The Temple and the Priest. |
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7 |
And still to heighten our Distress Thy Presence is withdrawn; Thy wonted Signs of Power and Grace, Thy Power and Grace are gone. |
Mear 49b, Stanza 4 |
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8 |
No Prophet speaks to calm our Woes, But all the Seers mourn; There's not a Soul amongst us knows The Time of thy Return. |
Mear 49b, Stanza 5 |
Will God Forever Cast Us Off? (Mear) 49b, Stanza 3 |
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PAUSE. |
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9 |
How long, Eternal God, how long, Shall Men of Pride blaspheme! Shall Saints be made their endless Song, And bear immortal Shame? |
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10 |
Can'st thou for ever fit and hear Thine holy Name profan'd? And still thy Jealousy forbear, And still withhold thine Hand? |
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11 |
What strange Deliverance hast thou shown In Ages long before? And now no other God we own, No other God adore. |
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12 |
Thou didst divide the raging Sea By thy resistless Might, To make thy Tribes a wondrous Way, And then secure their Flight. |
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13 |
Is not the World of Nature thine, The Darkness and the Day? Didst not thou bid the Morning shine, And mark the Sun his Way? |
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14 |
Hath not thy Power form'd every Coast, And set the Earth its Bounds, With Summers Heat, and Winters Frost, In their perpetual Rounds? |
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15 |
And shall the Sons of Earth and Dust That sacred Power blaspheme? Will not thy Hand that form'd them first Avenge thine injur'd Name? |
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16 |
Think on the Covenant thou hast made, And all thy Words of Love; Nor let the Birds of Prey invade And vex thy mourning Dove. |
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17 |
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 Forever Cast Us Off? (Mear) 49b, Stanza 4 |