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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413006" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Psalm 74</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The church pleading with God under sore persecutions.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Will God for ever cast us off?<br>His wrath for ever smoke<br>Against the people of his love,<br>His little chosen flock?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Think of the tribes so dearly bought<br>With their Redeemer's blood;<br>Nor let thy Zion be forgot,<br>Where once thy glory stood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lift up thy feet and march in haste,<br>Aloud our ruin calls;<br>See what a wide and fearful waste<br>Is made within thy walls.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where once thy churches prayed and sang,<br>Thy foes profanely roar;<br>Over thy gates their ensigns hang,<br>Sad tokens of their power.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How are the seats of worship broke!<br>They tear the buildings down,<br>And he that deals the heaviest stroke<br>Procures the chief renown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With flames they threaten to destroy<br>Thy children in their nest;<br>&quot;Come, let us burn at once,&quot; they cry,<br>&quot;The temple and the priest.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And still, to heighten our distress,<br>Thy presence is withdrawn;<br>Thy wonted signs of power and grace,<br>Thy power and grace are gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No prophet speaks to calm our woes,<br>But all the seers mourn;<br>There's not a soul amongst us knows<br>The time of thy return.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">PAUSE.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How long, eternal God, how long<br>Shall men of pride blaspheme?<br>Shall saints be made their endless song,<br>And bear immortal shame?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Canst thou for ever sit and hear<br>Thine holy name profaned?<br>And still thy jealousy forbear,<br>And still withhold thine hand?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What strange deliv'rance hast thou shown<br>In ages long before!<br>And now no other God we own,<br>No other God adore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou didst divide the raging sea<br>By thy resistless might,<br>To make thy tribes a wondrous way,<br>And then secure their flight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is not the world of nature thine,<br>The darkness and the day?<br>Didst thou not bid the morning shine,<br>And mark the sun his way?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hath not thy power formed every coast,<br>And set the earth its bounds,<br>With summer's heat, and winter's frost,<br>In their perpetual rounds?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And shall the sons of earth and dust<br>That sacred power blaspheme?<br>Will not thy hand that formed them first<br>Avenge thine injured name?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Think oh the cov'nant thou hast made,<br>And all thy words of love;<br>Nor let the birds of prey invade,<br>And vex thy mourning dove.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our foes would triumph in our blood,<br>And make our hope their jest;<br>Plead thy own cause, Almighty God,<br>And give thy children rest.</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>
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Will God for ever cast us off?
His wrath for ever smoke
Against the people of his love,
His little chosen flock?

Think of the tribes so dearly bought
With their Redeemer's blood;
Nor let thy ..."></div>
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