O Lord God of hosts lyrics
by Henry Purcell
O Lord God of hosts: how long wilt thou be angry with thy people that prayeth?
Thou feedest them with the bread of tears: and givest them plenteousness of tears to drink
Thou hast made us a very strife unto our neighbours: and our enemies laugh us to scorn
Turn us again, thou God of hosts: shew the light of thy countenance, and we shall be whole
And so will not we go back from thee: O let us live, and we shall call upon thy Name