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The Book of the Prophet Isaiah, Chapter 64
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Oh that thou wouldest rend the heavens, that thou wouldest come
down, that the mountains might flow down at thy presence,
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As when
the melting fire burneth, the fire causeth the waters to boil, to make
thy name known to thine adversaries, that the nations may tremble at
thy presence!
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When thou didst terrible things which we looked
not for, thou camest down, the mountains flowed down at thy presence.
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For since the beginning of the world men have not heard, nor
perceived by the ear, neither hath the eye seen, O God, beside thee,
what he hath prepared for him that waiteth for him.
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Thou meetest him that rejoiceth and worketh righteousness, those
that remember thee in thy ways: behold, thou art wroth; for we have
sinned: in those is continuance, and we shall be saved.
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But we are all as an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses
are as filthy rags; and we all do fade as a leaf; and our iniquities,
like the wind, have taken us away.
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And there is none that calleth upon thy name, that stirreth up
himself to take hold of thee: for thou hast hid thy face from us, and
hast consumed us, because of our iniquities.
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But now, O LORD, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou
our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.
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Be not wroth very sore, O LORD, neither remember iniquity for
ever: behold, see, we beseech thee, we are all thy people.
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Thy holy cities are a wilderness, Zion is a wilderness,
Jerusalem a desolation.
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Our holy and our beautiful house, where our fathers praised
thee, is burned up with fire: and all our pleasant things are laid
waste.
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Wilt thou refrain thyself for these things, O LORD? wilt thou
hold thy peace, and afflict us very sore?
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