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Isaiah 59:2 Beloved land, Your God hath mighty Hand With power to deliver At His great might and power All other forces quiver No task too big for Him to deal On wrong a deathly blow Beloved land what then the cause For this dire state below? Beloved land your God hath ear That never is too heavy To hear from earth the fervent prayer To hear–He’s ever ready And swift in answer to the prayer God’s Hand doth move in power Beloved, what can be the cause For this our midnight hour? Iniquity, iniquity to Heaven her brazen cry On high the wall, iniquity, doth mount up to the sky Beloved land–INIQUITY–below the only cause And ever on, iniquity, will close all Heaven’s door Oh break this wall of sin dear land Repent and change the way Who knows the lateness of the hour? Repent!–His wrath to stay. |