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583.
[YOUR house, no longer Mine]
Behold; your house is left unto you desolate. &c.
—xxiii. 38, 39.
YOUR
house, no longer Mine,
Lo, to yourselves I leave,
My flock forsake, My charge resign,
And to destruction give!
The desolating curse
Doth still alas take place,
And hunts throughout the universe
The long-rejected race.
Lo, to yourselves I leave,
My flock forsake, My charge resign,
And to destruction give!
The desolating curse
Doth still alas take place,
And hunts throughout the universe
The long-rejected race.
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But O, they shall once more
Their slighted Saviour see,
With joyful hearts at last adore,
And own that Thou art He!
Come, Lord, and quickly come,
The long-lost sheep to find,
And call Thine ancient people home
To quicken all mankind.
Their slighted Saviour see,
With joyful hearts at last adore,
And own that Thou art He!
Come, Lord, and quickly come,
The long-lost sheep to find,
And call Thine ancient people home
To quicken all mankind.
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