How Long, O Lord?

How long, O Lord,
The thrill and throe,
The filling of our cup of woe,
The vaunting boast of Israel's foe —
How long, O Lord, how long?

We fear to close
Our weary eyes,
O'er land and sea dark treach'ry lies,
On Thee alone our hope relies —
How long, O Lord, how long?

How long, O Lord,
This wizard-spell,
This muffled moan, this solemn knell,
The plaintive dirge of those that fell —
Because they loved Thee, Lord?

O myriad host
Of martyred slaves
Will rise from out their open graves
And march with-girded loins, like braves —
Led forth by thee, O Lord!

Save Zion now
From vandal hands;
O gather us from many lands,
We vow to heed all Thy commands —
Redeem us. Lord of Hosts!
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