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HYMN X.

PART IV.

[My bowels yearn with deep distress]

My bowels yearn with deep distress,
My heart is pain'd, and mourns within,
My soul laments, and cannot cease,
Alarm'd by war's perpetual din,

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My soul forestalls the general wound,
And dies to hear the trumpet's sound.
Destruction is the dreadful cry!
Destruction from the Lord is come!
The land is spoil'd, the people fly,
And flying meet their sudden doom;
My tents are spoil'd, my curtains torn,
And I my country's ruin mourn.
How long shall I the standard see,
And hear the trumpet's martial blast?
Till Israel hear, and turn to Me,
The Lord hath said, My wrath shall last,
The whole devoted land devour;
And all its storms of vengeance pour.
For O! My people have not known,
My ways they have not understood,
Averse from Me, to evil prone,
Expert in sin, but rude in good,
Foolish and sottish children they,
Who will not learn their God to' obey.