Book of Psalms
PSALM LXXIX.
George Burgess
O God, the heathen tread thy soil;
Thine holy house they stain and spoil;
And Sion's turrets heap the ground:
Thy saintly servants' flesh is giv'n
To beasts of earth and birds of heav'n,
And blood unburied streams around.
Scorn mocks our woe, where'er we turn:
How long, O Lord, shall vengeance burn?
And shall thy wrath no more forbear?
Oh, on the heathen pour its flame;
The hosts that call not on thy name.
That waste thine Israel's dwelling fair.
Oh, think not on transgressions past;
Thy mercy's shield around us cast;
And haste, for crush'd in dust we bow;
O God our Saviour, for thy sake,
Forgive our sins, our bondage break,
And shew thine ancient glory now.
Why should they cry, \"where sleeps their God?\"
Oh, for thy servants' bloody sod.
Reveal thy judgment in our sight:
Hear thou the pris'ner's contrite sigh,
And save the wretch who waits to die,
Save, in the greatness of thy might.
And let a sev'nfold vengeance rest
Hard on the proud blasphemer's breast,
Whose bold blasphemings round us ring;
While we, the people of thy fold,
Shall tell the works our eyes behold,
And thy dear praise forever sing.
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The "Poetry of the Psalms" is a collection of poems expressing the struggles, fears, anger, joy and love revealed in the Psalms of the Bible. They were written over hundreds of years by various authors, including Isaac Watts, Charles Wesley, George Burgess, Charles Spurgeon, Abraham Coles, Augustus Toplady, Tate and Brady.
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