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O God, the Gentiles do invade
thy heritage to spoil:
Jerusalem an heap is made,
thy temple they defile:
The bodies of thy saints most dear
abroad to birds they cast,
The flesh of them that do thee fear,
the beasts devour and waste:
Their blood throughout Jerusalem
as water spilt they have,
So that there is not one of them
to lay their dead in grave.
Thus are we made a laughing-stock
almost the world throughout,
The enemies at us do mock
who dwell our coasts about.
How long, O Lord, wilt thou retain
thy anger and thy rage?
And shall thy wrath and jealousy
not any more assuage?
Upon those people pour the same,
who did thee never know;
The realms which call not on thy Name,
consume and overthrow:
For they have got the upper hand,
and Jacob's seed destroyed,
His habitation and his land
they have laid waste and void.
Bear not in mind our former faults,
with speed some pity show;
And aid us, Lord, in our assaults,
for we are weak and low.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1549,1812
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 79:1-8;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1812 | # 79 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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SILOAM
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1842
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 1162 | Eb | | # 419 | D | | # 702 | D |
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