| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | Come Not, O Lord | | By Thomas Moore |
| | | COME not, O Lord, in the dread robe of splendor | |
| Thou worest on the Mount, in the day of Thine ire; | |
| Come veiled in those shadows, deep, awful, but tender, | |
| Which Mercy flings over Thy features of fire. | |
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| Lord, Thou rememberest the night, when Thy nation | 5 |
| Stood fronting her foe by the red-rolling stream; | |
| On Egypt Thy pillar frowned dark desolation, | |
| While Israel basked all the night in its beam. | |
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| So, when the dread clouds of anger enfold Thee, | |
| From us, in Thy mercy, the dark side remove; | 10 |
| While shrouded in terror the guilty behold Thee, | |
| Oh, turn upon us the mild light of Thy love! | | | | |
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