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PSALM LX.
H God, our God! thou hast in wrathOur bands dispersed, our leaders slain.
And scattered dimness o'er our path,
But turn Thyself to us again.
The earth now shakes beneath Thy power,
For Thou on it Thy wrath hast poured:
Heal Thou its broken wreck once more,
For lo! it trembles at Thy word.
Strange things Thy people now have seen,
Of fear and woe a dark array
Yea, Thou hast made us drink the wine
Of mingled wonder and dismay.
But unto those who fear Thy Name,
Thou hast in power and love conveyed
A glorious banner girt with flame,
To be in truth's great cause displayed.
Of fear and woe a dark array
Yea, Thou hast made us drink the wine
Of mingled wonder and dismay.
But unto those who fear Thy Name,
Thou hast in power and love conveyed
A glorious banner girt with flame,
To be in truth's great cause displayed.
And now to Thee, O God! I cry,
I flee for help to Thee alone;
Oh! send Thy succour from on high,
To save Thine own anointed one.
I flee for help to Thee alone;
Oh! send Thy succour from on high,
To save Thine own anointed one.
