How long O Lord shall we wait
And cry out to the heavens above
That the world may know your glory
And see a demonstration of your love
Why should the nations say
We shall do whatever we please
Open their eyes that they may see
The glory, and fall to their knees
Let the wicked's mouth be hushed
And the scornful cease their ways
Let your children praise your name
And honor you all of their days
So we thank you and praise you O Jesus
In the midst of a wicked generation
We will lift your name on high
And look to the day of celebration
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