For a moment I turned away from you
With mercy I regather you
In a burst of anger
I hid My face
But with everlasting love
My compassion comes!
Swiftly
My compassion comes!
O afflicted one! Storm-tossed!
Who can comfort you?
Remember, o remember
I made the smith
Who kindles all the coals
And brings a weapon for its work
I even made the one who wields it
Who brings destruction
But be sure of this!
Be sure of this!
Of any weapon formed against you
None will prosper
Of every tongue accusing you
You will silence them
This is your heritage
Your vindication
Your vindication comes from Me!
For a moment I turned away from you
With mercy I regather you
In a burst of anger
I hid My face
But with everlasting love
My compassion comes!
Swiftly
My compassion comes!
This is your heritage
Your vindication
Your vindication comes from Me!
