I.
That wrath divine I sing, whose bitter curse
Weighed heavy on the race chosen of God;
What time the holy city, favoured once
With His high presence, was with armies girt,
And all her gladness into mourning turned.
Say, thou who once above Jerusalem
Didst sheathe thy glittering sword, Angel of Death!
When the forewarn
(Henry Alford)
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