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O God! they lift their eyes to Thee, long sought:

Let those that rise against Thee count as naught.

Save! O save!

O God! they pouring water, worshipping—

Let them be drawing from salvation's spring.

Save! O save!

O God! let saviours come to Zion at length,

Endowed of Thee, and saved by Thy Name's strength.

Save! O save!

O God! in garb of vengeance clad about,

In mighty wrath cast all deceivers out.

Save! O save!

O God! and Thou wilt surely not forget

Her, by love-tokens bought, that hopeth yet.

Save! O save!