Psalm 74 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCDE FGFH IJIJ KLKM CNCN OPQR STUT VWVX Y ZA2ZA2 B2RB2R C2B2C2B2 D2RE2R F2E2F2E2 RG2RG2 RA2RA2 RDRD RRRR

The church pleading with God under sore persecutionsA
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Will God for ever cast us offB
His wrath for ever smokeC
Against the people of his loveD
His little chosen flockE
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Think of the tribes so dearly boughtF
With their Redeemer's bloodG
Nor let thy Zion be forgotF
Where once thy glory stoodH
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Lift up thy feet and march in hasteI
Aloud our ruin callsJ
See what a wide and fearful wasteI
Is made within thy wallsJ
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Where once thy churches prayed and sangK
Thy foes profanely roarL
Over thy gates their ensigns hangK
Sad tokens of their powerM
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How are the seats of worship brokeC
They tear the buildings downN
And he that deals the heaviest strokeC
Procures the chief renownN
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With flames they threaten to destroyO
Thy children in their nestP
Come let us burn at once they cryQ
The temple and the priestR
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And still to heighten our distressS
Thy presence is withdrawnT
Thy wonted signs of power and graceU
Thy power and grace are goneT
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No prophet speaks to calm our woesV
But all the seers mournW
There's not a soul amongst us knowsV
The time of thy returnX
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PAUSEY
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How long eternal God how longZ
Shall men of pride blasphemeA2
Shall saints be made their endless songZ
And bear immortal shameA2
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Canst thou for ever sit and hearB2
Thine holy name profanedR
And still thy jealousy forbearB2
And still withhold thine handR
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What strange deliv'rance hast thou shownC2
In ages long beforeB2
And now no other God we ownC2
No other God adoreB2
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Thou didst divide the raging seaD2
By thy resistless mightR
To make thy tribes a wondrous wayE2
And then secure their flightR
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Is not the world of nature thineF2
The darkness and the dayE2
Didst thou not bid the morning shineF2
And mark the sun his wayE2
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Hath not thy power formed every coastR
And set the earth its boundsG2
With summer's heat and winter's frostR
In their perpetual roundsG2
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And shall the sons of earth and dustR
That sacred power blasphemeA2
Will not thy hand that formed them firstR
Avenge thine injured nameA2
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Think oh the cov'nant thou hast madeR
And all thy words of loveD
Nor let the birds of prey invadeR
And vex thy mourning doveD
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Our foes would triumph in our bloodR
And make our hope their jestR
Plead thy own cause Almighty GodR
And give thy children restR

Isaac Watts



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