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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
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General Information

Title: O Zion, afflicted
Composer: Benjamin Milgrove
Lyricist: James Grantcreate page

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SacredHymn

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1781 in Twelve hymns, book 3, no. 12
Description: The general congregation (sometimes divided into men and women) should sing the Air.

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Original text and translations

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R.:O Zion, afflicted with wave upon wave,
Whom no man can comfort, whom no man can save;

With darkness surrounded, by terrors dismay'd,
In toiling and rowing thy strength is decay'd.
R.

Loud roaring, the billows would thee overwhelm,
But skillful's the pilot who sits at the helm ;
His wisdom conduct thee, his power thee defends,
In safety and quiet thy warfare He ends.
R.

"O fearful! O faithless! in mercy He cries,
My promise, my truth, are they light in thine eyes?
Still, still I am with thee, my promise shall stand;
Through tempest and tossing I’ll bring thee to land.
R.