When wilt Thou save the people?
O God of mercy, when?
Not kings and lord, but nations
Not thrones and crowns, but men!
Flowers of Thy heart, O God, are they
Let them not pass, like weeds, away
Their heritage a sunless day
God save the people!
Shall crime bring crime forever
Strength aiding still the strong?
Is it Thy will, O Father
That man shall toil for wrong?
"No," say Thy mountains; "No," Thy skies
Man's clouded sun shall brightly rise
And songs ascend, instead of sighs
God save the people!
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When wilt Thou save the people?
O God of mercy, when?
The people, Lord, the people
Not thrones and crowns, but men!
God save the people; Thine they are
Thy children, as Thine angels fair
From vice, oppression and despair
God save the people!
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