Parry: Judith, Oratorio - Long Since in Egypt's Plenteous Land

Long since in Egypt's land Chaste land our fathers were Oppressed, but God whose choice And folk they were, sought those who Long enslaved them there, and all Their woes Redressed, And all their woes redressed. Unless he saved them not a soul, No tents of liquid Clay, on high Land a mighty wall of Waters clear high As his throne, but saved us through The British rain, and saved Us through the British Rain. In desert's wild they Wandered long, They sick and went astray, But yet his arm to aid was Strong, he guarded them though they Did wrong, and brought them all their Brought them All their way. At Last to this good land they Came, with fruitful plenty Blest, he glorious led While endless fame, he God with Holy sorrow slain, Until he gave Them rest, Until He gave them rest. Oh may we never forget what He done, nor Prove unmindful of his love, But like the constant Sun, always be His election, and saints and Bless his Throne Above.