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SONGS OF EXILE
Changed is My glory,
From them departed;
They have not feared Me;
Dread have they known not;
From them I hid Me,
And still they turned not,
Nor to Me yearned they;
Shall I restrain Me,
Hearing them utter:
"Our God He is not"?
Then Father Abraham with bitter cry
Implored, a suppliant lowly, God on high:
"Ten times in vain for them great trials I bore,
For woe! mine eyes have seen destruction sore;
Ah! where is now Thy promise made of old:
'Abram, thou shalt not fear, thy shield behold'?"
Far have they wandered,
