On Jordan's banks the Arabs' camels stray, On Sion's hill the false one's votaries pray. The Baal's adorer bows on Sinai's steep, Yet there, even there, O God, thy thunders sleep! There, where Thy finger scorch'd the tablet stone, There, where Thy shadow to Thy people shone, Thy glory shrouded in its garb of fire, Thyself non living see and not expire! O lightning let Thy glance appear Sweep from his shiver'd hand the oppressor's spear! How long by tyrants shall Thy land be trod? Thy temple worshipless, O God!
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