In Thy Heritage the Heathen

Verse 1

In Thy heritage the nations 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 flame.

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 Thy thanks shall raise, and to every generation, we will sing Thy glorious praise.