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ORD, I remember, and am sore amazed

To see the cities stand in haughty state,

And God's own city to the low grave razed:—

Yet in all time we look to Thee and wait.

Spirit of mercy! rise in might! awake!

Plead to thy Master in our mournful plaint,

And crave compassion for thy people's sake;

Each head is weary, and each heart is faint.

I rest upon my pillars—love and grace,

Upon the flood of ever-flowing tears;

I pour out prayer before His searching face,

And through the fathers' merit lull my fears.

O Thou Who hearest weeping, healest woe!

Our tears within Thy vase of crystal store;

Save us; and all Thy dread decrees forego,

For unto Thee our eyes turn evermore.