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GOD'S CHOSEN PEOPLE by JOEL BLAU

First Line: IN THE SADNESS OF YOUR EYES
Last Line: TEACH ME TO HUMBLY BOW TO GOD'S GREAT WILL.
Subject(s): FAITH; GOD; JEWS; RELIGIOUS EDUCATION; BELIEF; CREED; JUDAISM; SUNDAY SCHOOLS; YESHIVAS; PAROCHIAL SCHOOLS;
IN the sadness of your eyes
I see the grief of ages;
Your voices throb
With the sob
Of hearts forever still.
Yet yours the soul of sages—
You are alive,
Tho' nations strive
Your cup of pain to fill:

@3Yet you call yourselves God's Chosen People,
Yet you humbly bow to God's Great Will@1.

In your tills you hoard your gold,
In dread of gloomy morrow;
In fear of fire,
Tyrant's ire,
And sword of those who spill
Your blood, and bring you sorrow!
A hunted race,
Fell fate you face,
When foes are out to kill:

@3Yet you call yourselves God's Chosen People,
Yet you humbly bow to God's Great Will@1.

On this soil of Man's free rights,
I would not have your riches!
Your pomp and pride,
None can bide.
Your wives in flounce and frill,
Their Eastern charm bewitches ...
And yet my breast,
Remains at rest,
Nor does with envy thrill:

@3But oh! teach me your faith, you strange people,
Teach me to humbly bow to God's Great Will@1.



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