1 Will God forever cast us off? His wrath forever smoke Against the people of His love, His little chosen flock. 2 Think of the tribes so dearly bought With the Redeemer’s blood, Nor let Thy Zion be forgot, Where once Thy glory stood. 3 Where once Thy churches prayed and sang Thy foes profanely rage; Amid Thy gates their ensigns hang, And there their host engage. 4 And still to heighten our distress, Thy presence is withdrawn; Thy wonted signs of pow’r and grace Thy pow’r and grace are gone. 5 No prophet speaks to calm our grief, But all in silence mourn; Nor know the hour of our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.
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