William Child - O Lord God, the heathen are come into thine inheritance - текст песни (слова)

O Lord God, the heathen come into thine inheritance:
 Thy holy temple have they defiled, 
 and made Jerusalem an heap of stones,
 We are become an open shame to our enemies,
 a very scorn and derision unto them that are round about us.
 Lord, how long wilt thou be angry: 
 shall thy jealousy burn like fire forever?
 O remember not, our old sins
 but have mercy upon us
 for thou art the Lord our God, 
 and thou, O Lord, will we praise forevermore.