The Church Pleading with God under Sore Persecution

Verse 1

Will God forever cast us off? His wrath forever smoke Against the people of His love, His little chosen flock.

Verse 2

Think of the tribes so dearly bought With the Redeemer’s blood, Nor let Thy Zion be forgot, Where once Thy glory stood.

Verse 3

Where once Thy churches prayed and sang Thy foes profanely rage; Amid Thy gates their ensigns hang, And there their host engage.

Verse 4

And still to heighten our distress, Thy presence is withdrawn; Thy wonted signs of pow’r and grace Thy pow’r and grace are gone.

Verse 5

No prophet speaks to calm our grief, But all in silence mourn; Nor know the hour of our relief, The hour of Thy return.