The Plight of America

O gracious God, the heathens are among us They have defiled Your holy temple America is on a downward spiral We are scorned and ridiculed by other countries Pour out thy wrath on the heathen Those who deny You and fail to call on You Recall not our former iniquities Surround us with Your tender mercy O God of our salvation, we glorify You How is it the heathen asks, "where is their God?" We thy people, and the sheep of thy pasture Will give thee thanks now and forever We will show forth thy praise to all generations Turn us back to thee, O God And cause thy face to shine upon us That we may be saved Return, we beseech thee, O God of hosts Let thy hand be upon us So we will not go back from thee Cause thy face to shine and save us, O God Curtis Moorman 20 January 2012 Loosely based on Psalms 79 and 80