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.