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Our enemy, our captor is no pharaoh on the Nile
Our toil is neither mud nor brick nor sand
Our ankles bear no calluses
From chains, yet Lord, we're bound
Imprisoned here, we dwell in our own land
Deliver us, deliver us
O Yahweh, hear our cry
And gather us beneath your wings tonight
Our sins they are more numerous than all the lambs we slay
Our shackles they were made with our own hands
Our toil is our atonement and our freedom yours to give
So, Yahweh, break this silence if you can
Deliver us, deliver us
O Yahweh, hear our cry
And gather us beneath your wings tonight
Deliver us, deliver us
O Yahweh, hear our cry
And gather us beneath your wings tonight
Jerusalem, Jerusalem
How often I have longed
To gather you beneath my gentle wings