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Thy Servants Bodies they have giv'n,
Meat to the rav'ning Birds of Heav'n;
And of thy Saints the Flesh did yield
To Beasts of Prey, that range the Field.

Their flowing Blood, like Waters shed
About Jerusalem was spread;
And while their Dead lay on the Ground,
See, none to bury them were found.

Reproach our Neighbours on us throw,
While we the Scoffer's Subject grow.

Still shall thy Wrath new Heat acquire;
Thy jealous Rage still burn like Fire?

With Floods of Fury whelm them o'er,
Who do not Israel's God adore;
And let the Realms with Plagues be fill'd,
Who to thy Name no Altar build.

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For they have Wrath on Jacob pour'd,
And cruelly his Seed devour'd:
They have his harrass'd Land defac'd,
And laid his Habitation waste.

Past Errours, Lord, remember not,
And be our heinous Crimes forgot:
Make haste, thy tender Mercies show,
For we are brought down very low.

Part II.

Help, Lord of our Salvation, grant,
For thy own Glory, Help we want:
Deliver us, and for the Love
Of thy great Name our Guilt remove.

Why, where's their God do Heathens cry?
Amid'st the Realms before our Eye,
Let him be known by Vengeance spread
For Israel's Blood, which they have shed.

Lord, to the Pris'ner bow thy Ear,
Wipe off his Tears, his Sighing hear;
Keep them who in Captivity
Are yet unsafe, nor let them Dy.

Reviling Neighbours, Lord, requite
Sev'n-fold for their malignant Spite:
Pour on them that reproach and blame,
Which they have cast on thy great Name.

So we thy People, Jacob's Seed,
The Sheep that on thy Pasture feed,
For ever will our Thanks express,
And Thee thro' endless Ages bless.