1 Why doth the Lord depart 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 laws?
Shall they advance their heads in pride,
And slight the righteous cause.
3 They cast 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 heav'n will ne'er engage
"To fight on Zion's side."
6 But thou for ever 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;
Accept the vows thy children pay,
And free thy saints from 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 depart so far |
Title: | Prayer heard, and saints saved; or, Pride, atheism and oppression punished |
Meter: | Common Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
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