Slowly do you draw the bow
While enemies advance,
When you’ll shoot we long to know
Wall’s protection tumbles down,
My foes are passing near.
Where are you, Lord of renown
Stones and threats they hurl high,
They mock your holy name.
Will you come ’fore death is nigh
We, your sheep, await your hand
To punish all our foes.
Will you come and save your land
Someday soon your steadfast love
Will purge the wicked soul.
Then our praise will rise above,
For you make all things whole.
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