1. O God, Your land now lays in waste.
Heathen defile Your holy place.
Our blood is poured out like water, O God!
We are but objects of disgrace.
2. Can You not hear the pris'ner's cry?
See those who are condemned to die?
Help us, O Savior! We know our fathers sinned.
How long, Lord, will Your anger lie?
3. Pour out Your wrath on heathen nations.
Be Thou, our God of salvation!
Repay the godless, so we may lift Your name,
echoed throughout all generations.
© 1995-2005 Stephen J. Pearson