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The heathen, Lord, thy heritage

The heathen, Lord, thy heritage

Author: John Barnard
Published in 1 hymnal

Representative Text

1. The heathen, Lord, thy heritage,
Did furiously invade;
Defiled thy temple, and in heaps,
Jerusalem have laid.
2. The bodies of thy servants slain,
For meat to fowls of heaven;
And thy saints flesh, to savage beasts,
They cruelly have given.

3. They round about Jerusalem,
Their blood, like water, shed;
And none was found to pay the last
Kind office to the dead.
4. Our neighbors load us with reproach,
Our fame they deeply wound;
We're made the very scorn, and mock
Of all the nations round.

5. How long, Jehovah! shall thy wrath
Against us ne'er expire?
Shall thy inflamed jealousy,
Burn like devouring fire?
6. On heathen tribes, who know not thee,
Thy wrathful vengeance pour;
On impious kingdoms, which thy name
Ne'er reverence, and adore.

7. For they have greedily devoured
Thy favorite Jacob's race;
Their rage has utterly laid waste
His ancient dwelling place.

Second Part

8. Mind not against us former sins,
Let tender mercy flow;
Our ruin speedily prevent,
We're brought exceeding low.
9. Help us, O our salvation's God,
For the honor of thy name;
For thy name's sake, deliver us,
And purge our souls from blame.

l0. Why say the heathen, "Where's their God?"
Among the nations spread
Thy fame, in vengeance, in our sight,
For blood of saints they've shed.
11. O let, before thy face, ascend
The sighing prisoner's cry;
By thy great power, preserve the sons
Of death, condemned to die.

12. Into their bosom seven-fold,
Our neighbor's spite reward,
And the reproach, wherewith they have
Reproached thee, O Lord.
13. Then we thy flock, thy pasture's sheep,
Will give thee thanks always;
From age to age, we will show forth
Our great Redeemer's praise.

A New Version of the Psalms of David, 1752

Author: John Barnard

John Barnard, born in Boston, Nov. 6, 1681; in 1752 made a version of psalms with the music; settled at Marblehead; introduced new music ther; died Jan 14, 1770, aged 89. A Dictionary of Musical Information by John W. Moore, Boston: Oliver, Ditson & Company, 1876  Go to person page >

Text Information

First Line: The heathen, Lord, thy heritage
Author: John Barnard
Place of Origin: Marblehead, Massachusetts
Language: English


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A New Version of the Psalms of David #144

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