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SONGS OF EXILE
O God! they lift their eyes to Thee, long sought:
Let those that rise against Thee count as naught.
Save! O save!
O God! they pouring water, worshipping—
Let them be drawing from salvation's spring.
Save! O save!
O God! let saviours come to Zion at length,
Endowed of Thee, and saved by Thy Name's strength.
Save! O save!
O God! in garb of vengeance clad about,
In mighty wrath cast all deceivers out.
Save! O save!
O God! and Thou wilt surely not forget
Her, by love-tokens bought, that hopeth yet.
Save! O save!
