1 Why doth the Lord stand off so far,
And why conceal his face,
When great calamities appear,
And times of deep distress?
2 Lord, shall the wicked still deride
Thy justice and thy power?
Shall they advance their heads in pride,
And still thy saints devour?
3 They put thy judgments from their sight,
And then insult the poor;
They boast in their exalted height,
That they shall fall no more.
4 Arise, O God, lift up thine hand,
Attend our humble cry:
No enemy shall dare to stand,
When God ascends on high.
Pause.
5 Why do the men of malice rage,
And say with foolish pride,
'The God of heaven will ne'er engage
'To fight on Zion's side?'
6 But thou forever art our Lord,
And pow'rful is thine hand;
As when the Heathens felt thy sword,
And perish'd from thy land.
7 Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray,
And cause thine ear to hear:
He hearkens what his children say,
And puts the world in fear.
8 Proud tyrants shall no more oppress,
No more despise the just;
And mighty sinners shall confess
They are but earth and dust.
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First Line: | Why doth the Lord stand off so far |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
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