Psalter 216

Verse 1
In Thy heritage the heathen
Now, O God, triumphant stand;
They defile Thy holy temple,
They destroy Thy chosen land;
Ruthless, they have slain Thy servants,
They have caused Thy saints to mourn,
In the sight of all about us
We endure reproach and scorn.

Verse 2
O how long against Thy people
Shall Thy anger burn, O Lord?
On Thy enemies, the heathen,
Be Thy indignation poured;
Smite the kingdoms that defy Thee,
Calling not upon Thy Name;
They have long devoured Thy people
And have swept Thy land with fame.

Verse 3
O remember not against us
Evil by our fathers wrought;
Haste to help us in Thy mercy,
Near to ruin we are brought;
Help us, God of our salvation,
For the glory of Thy Name;
For Thy Name's sake come and save us,
Take away our sin and shame.

Verse 4
Let Thy foes no longer scorn Thee,
Now avenge Thy servants slain;
Loose the pris'ner, save the dying,
All Thy enemies restrain;
Then Thy flock, Thy chosen people,
Unto Thee their thanks shall raise,
And to ev'ry generation
We will sing Thy glorious praise.

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