Lord Byron - The Works of Lord Byron. Vol. 3 (On Jordan's Banks) lyrics

On Jordan's Banks I. On Jordan's banks the Arab's camels stray, On Sion's hill the False One's votaries pray, The Baal-adorer bows on Sinai's steep— Yet there—even there—Oh God! thy thunders sleep: II. There—where thy finger scorched the tablet stone! There—where thy shadow to thy people shone! Thy glory shrouded in its garb of fire: Thyself—none living see and not expire! III. Oh! in the lightning let thy glance appear; Sweep from his shivered hand the oppressor's spear! How long by tyrants shall thy land be trod? How long thy temple worshipless, Oh God?