Text Based On Luke Chapter 10 (KJV)
Even the very dust of your city,
which cleaveth on us, we do wipe
off against you: notwithstanding be
ye sure of this, that the kingdom of
God is come nigh unto you.
Words: From The Psalter: 1912
Music: Ralph V. Williams: 1872-1958
Kingsfold (C.M.D.) v3/G
O GOD, NO LONGER HOLD THY PEACE
O God, no longer hold Thy peace,
No longer silent be;
Thine enemies lift up their head
To fight Thy saints and Thee.
Against Thine own, whom Thou dost love,
Their craft Thy foes employ;
They think to cut Thy people off,
Thy church they would destroy.
Thine ancient foes, conspiring still,
With one consent agree,
And they who with Thy people strive
Make war, O God, on Thee.
O God, Who in our fathers' time
Didst smite our foes and Thine,
So smite Thine enemies today
Who in their pride combine.
Make them like dust and stubble blown
Before the whirlwind dire,
In terror driv'n before the storm
Of Thy consuming fire.
Confound them in their sin till they
To Thee for pardon fly,
Till in dismay they, trembling, own
That Thou art God Most High.