“Help Lord” Mendelssohn Elijah
Help, Lord! Wilt Thou quite destroy us? The harvest now is over, the summer days are gone, and yet no power cometh to help us! Will then the Lord be no more God in Zion? The deeps afford no water, and the rivers are exhausted. The suckling’s tongue now cleaveth for thirst to his mouth. The infant children ask for bread, and there is no one breaketh it to feed them
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