English poem
Iii
Alleluia, ’tis befitting That our song should falter here; Alleluia, can we sing it When the clouds of wrath appear? To bemoan our sin with weeping, Now the time is drawing near.
Versos English John Brownlie Iii
Versos English John Brownlie Iii
English poem
Alleluia, ’tis befitting That our song should falter here; Alleluia, can we sing it When the clouds of wrath appear? To bemoan our sin with weeping, Now the time is drawing near.