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The Lord who made the earth,
Formed it to establish;
With all its priceless worth,
And righteously stylish.
For the Lord is His name,
If you call, He replies;
everything to proclaim,
Your request, He supplies.
Hidden things not yet known,
Of great and mighty things;
Wisdom as one has grown,
From experience it brings.
Houses of this city,
And houses of the kings;
Torn down such a pity,
By eagles with its wings.
Defense against such siege,
While against the sword;
No match for the prestige,
Of the might of the Lord.
They are coming to fight,
Make dead bodies of men;
Their wrath into the night,
But the Lord will condemn.
God has hidden His face,
Because of their evil;
For they did in disgrace,
As work of the devil.
God brings health and healing,
He heals them to reveal;
Of a secured feeling,
And a prosperous zeal.
He will cleanse from the guilt,
Of the sin against Him;
A city be rebuilt,
Renewed vigor and vim.
For the voice of gladness,
As the voice of the bride;
Chase away the sadness,
For all who will abide.
Copyright © 2021 Richard Newton Sherrer
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