On Jordan`s banks the Arab`s camels stray, On Sion`s hill the False One`s votaries pray, The Baal-adorer bows on Sinai`s steep — Yet there — even there — Oh God! thy thunders sleep: There — where thy finger scorch`d the tablet stone! There — where thy shadow to thy people shone! Thy glory shrouded in its garb of fire: Thyself — none living see and not expire! Oh! in the lightning let thy glance appear; Sweep from his shiver`d hand the oppressor`s spear! How long by tyrants shall thy land be trod? How long thy temple worshipless, Oh God?SourceThe script ran 0.002 seconds.
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