November, 1901 ]
THE MACCABÆAN.
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Zionists' Song
ה' עד מתי
("How Long, O Lord.")
I
HOW Long, O Lord, The thrill and throe, The filling of our cup of woe, The vaunting boast of Israel's foe, How long, O Lord, how long?
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III.
How long, O Lord, . This wizard-spell, This muffled moan, this solemn knell, The plaintive dirge of those that fell, Because they loved Thee, Lord?
IV.
WE fear to closeOur weary eyes,O'er land and sea dark treach'ry lies,On Thee alone our hope relies ;How long, O Lord, how long?
A myriad host Of martyred slaves Will rise from out their open graves And march with girded loins, like braves, Let forth by thee, O Lord !
SAVE Zion nowFrom vandal hands;O gather us from many lands,We vow to heed all Thy commands—Redeem us, Lord of Hosts!
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