O GOD of Israel, Lord on high, Hear, O hear, thy children cry. Like the wave in stormy gale, It rises with its mournful wail, O'er the land in accents drear, It sounds, and murmurs far and near. The Russian with his tyrant hand, Augments it in his cruel land. His lash and scourge thy chosen race, Doth scourge and lash with torments base. He hears their hunger's fierce desire, With mocking curses and with ire. Unclothed and starving they may pine, His heart is deaf to race of thine. Therefore we pray thee, Israel's God, Free thine own, and with thy rod, Chastise the tyrant. Let him see, That still thy race are one with thee; That still thou art our Adonoy, And that we worship thee with joy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET ON PIETRO REGGIO HIS SETTING TO MUSIC MR. COWLEY'S POEMS by PHILIP AYRES THE NIGHTINGALE THAT WAS DROWNED by PHILIP AYRES THE ENEMY by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE THE WARTONS AND OTHER EARLY ROMANTIC LANDSCAPE-POETS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE HENPECK'D HUSBAND by ROBERT BURNS TO THE MOST SCARED QUEEN ANNE by THOMAS CAMPION THE MARRIAGE OF EARTH AND HEAVEN by RHYS CARPENTER |