The news each day is so dark and bleak,
Is the kind of evil we dare not speak;
The cruelty that reins over innocent blood,
While name of the Lord is drug through the mud.

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O righteous God to You we pray,
To bring an end to the evil this day;
Sharpen your sword,
Bend the string of your bow,
Make ready your flaming arrow.

I shiver in fear at the cruelty displayed,
The cause of the wicked seems never to fade;
“Vengeance is Mine”, says the Lord,
Upon all evil His wrath will be poured.

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With the Lord our God as our strength and shield,
The fears of the day can be healed;
We trust in the One who searches hearts and minds,
With hope for the day when the evil He’ll bind.