Psalm LXXIX. Long Metre. The devastation of War

Behold, O God, how cruel foes Our peaceful heritage invade; Their lawless tribute they impose, And in the dust our towns are laid.

To rav'nous birds, our flesh they gave, Slaughter'd on fields, with crimson dy'd; The cheap indulgence of a grave Is by inhuman foes deny'd.

How long, O Lord, shall we endure? Wilt thou not hear the captive's cry; Rescue, by thine almighty power, The trembling wretch, condemn'd to die.

Remember not our former guilt, But save us by thy bound less grace; Then shall our wastes again be built, And all our mouths be fill'd with praise.