By A Collection of Hymns

      L.M. Psalm lxxix
      1 O LORD, how long shall heathens hold
      The heritage that once was thine?
      How long shall they invade thy fold,
      How long pollute thy holy shrine?

      2 Behold the violence, the scorn,
      And all the wrongs thy people hear:
      Opprest, insulted, and forlorn,
      Shall they no more thy favour share?

      3 O let their sins be washed away,
      For thy compassion, Lord, is great;
      For thy name's sake, forbear to slay,
      And lift them from their low estate.

      4 Let Israel's captive sons be free;
      Restore them, and remove thy rod;
      That all the earth thy hand may see,
      And, wondering, own thee for their God.