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... Lord , though far from Judah's land ; Though our worn limbs are black with stripes and [ chains ; Though for stern foes we till the burning sand ; And reap , for others ' joy , the summer plains ; We bless thee , Lord , for thou art ...
... Lord , though far from Judah's land ; Though our worn limbs are black with stripes and [ chains ; Though for stern foes we till the burning sand ; And reap , for others ' joy , the summer plains ; We bless thee , Lord , for thou art ...
Page 378
... Lord , despise : Ah ! thou art still too gracious to forsake , Though thy strong hand heavily chastise . Hear all our prayers , hear not our murmurs , Lord ; And , though our lips rebel , still make thyself adored . FROM " BELSHAZZAR ...
... Lord , despise : Ah ! thou art still too gracious to forsake , Though thy strong hand heavily chastise . Hear all our prayers , hear not our murmurs , Lord ; And , though our lips rebel , still make thyself adored . FROM " BELSHAZZAR ...
Page 379
... Lord , The chariots rattled o'er her sunken gate , Her sons were wasted by the Assyrian sword , Even her foes wept to see her fallen state ; And heaps her ivory palaces became . Her princes wore the captive garb of shame , Her temple ...
... Lord , The chariots rattled o'er her sunken gate , Her sons were wasted by the Assyrian sword , Even her foes wept to see her fallen state ; And heaps her ivory palaces became . Her princes wore the captive garb of shame , Her temple ...
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