How long, O Lord?

I cry out And the violence rises

The law lies cold in the dust Blood in

the streets, no one is just The wicked stand,

the righteous fall I climb the watchtower And wait for

your call Ride it down plain Let the runner run The

proud man falls When the judgment comes Though the fig tree

fails Though the fields go still I will rejoice

I will trust you still The righteous

live by faith The righteous live by

faith Woe to the

hands that build with blood. Woe to the proud who drink

the cup. Wood cannot speak. Stone cannot save. The Lord

is enthroned. Let the earth be afraid. Ride a down plain.

Let the runner run The proud man falls when the judgment

comes Though the fig tree fails, though the fields go still

I will rejoice, I will trust you still

The righteous live by faith

The righteous live by faith

In wrath, remember mercy In fire,

remember grace The mountains shake before

you The nations fear your face

Though the fig tree fails Though the fields go still I

will rejoice I will trust you still

The righteous live by faith

The righteous live by faith Though

the victory fails I will

rejoice still