<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=412954" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Psalm 44</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">v.1-8,8,15-26 <br>C. M.<br>The church's complaint in persecution.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord, we have heard thy works of old,<br>Thy works of power and grace,<br>When to our ears our fathers told<br>The wonders of their days.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How thou didst build thy churches here,<br>And make thy gospel known;<br>Amongst them did thine arm appear,<br>Thy light and glory shone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In God they boasted all the day,<br>And in a cheerful throng<br>Did thousands meet to praise and pray,<br>And grace was all their song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now our souls are seized with shame,<br>Confusion fills our face,<br>To hear the enemy blaspheme,<br>And fools reproach thy grace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet have we not forgot our God,<br>Nor falsely dealt with heav'n,<br>Nor have our steps declined the road<br>Of duty thou hast giv'n;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though dragons all around us roar<br>With their destructive breath,<br>And thine own hand has bruised us sore<br>Hard by the gates of death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">PAUSE.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We are exposed all day to die<br>As martyrs for thy cause,<br>As sheep for slaughter bound we lie<br>By sharp and bloody laws.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Awake, arise, Almighty Lord,<br>Why sleeps thy wonted grace?<br>Why should we look like men abhorred<br>Or banished from thy face?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wilt thou for ever cast us off,<br>And still neglect our cries?<br>For ever hide thine heav'nly love<br>From our afflicted eyes?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Down to the dust our soul is bowed,<br>And dies upon the ground;<br>Rise for our help, rebuke the proud,<br>And all their powers confound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Redeem us from perpetual shame,<br>Our Savior and our God;<br>We plead the honors of thy name,<br>The merits of thy blood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isaac+Watts">Isaac Watts</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=412954" data-title="Psalm 44 de Isaac Watts" data-description="v.1-8,8,15-26 C. M. The church's complaint in persecution. Lord, we have heard thy works of old, Thy works of power and grace, When to our ears our fathers told The wonders of their days. How thou didst build thy churches here, And make thy gos..."></div> </div> </div>

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