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But remember the children of Edom, O Lord,
In Thy once-loved Jerusalem's stormiest day,
How they dashed down her bulwarks with fire and with sword,
And shouted, "Sweep all her foundations away!"
In Thy once-loved Jerusalem's stormiest day,
How they dashed down her bulwarks with fire and with sword,
And shouted, "Sweep all her foundations away!"
Oh, daughter of Babylon, yet thou shalt see
A day of destruction, of anguish, and gloom;
And thrice happy the man who shall pour upon Thee
A lot like our own, a more terrible doom.
A day of destruction, of anguish, and gloom;
And thrice happy the man who shall pour upon Thee
A lot like our own, a more terrible doom.
Yea, happy the man, when thy last hour is come,
And the clouds of dark horror are gathering around,
Who shall bear off thy babes from thy desolate home,
And dash them in pieces against the cold ground.
And the clouds of dark horror are gathering around,
Who shall bear off thy babes from thy desolate home,
And dash them in pieces against the cold ground.
E.
October 22, 1832.
