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70 Oppressors gloat and patriots weep, When wilt strength to us afford?

So weary, then art Thou, Oh God, Can'st life to us no longer give? Thy Truth we trust beneath the rod. Believing in Thy strength we live. Our cause shall rise. Our freedom rise Though tyrants rage: To Thee alone, All nations bow Through age on age And yet meantime the streams do flow And ever tinged with blood they go.

Beyond the hills are mightier hills, Cloud mountains o'er them rise. Red, red have flowed their streams and rills, They're sown with human woes and sighs.

Look at us in tender heartedness, All in hunger dire and nakedness, Forging freedom in unhappiness, Toiling ever without blessedness.

The bones of soldiers bleaching lie, In blood and tears must many die.