Unfinished Verse: Psalm 79

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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