Chanukah LITTLE candles shed your light Tell your tale of conquests won, Of the faith-born wondrous power, What is slav'ry's iron chain Which is worse—a cell's dim light, Wake, then, rouse then candles bright, MARGARET FREEMAN. Chanukah 'HE hand of Time moves o'er the dial, THE And guides the seasons through the year; It drives the sorrow from our hearts— The Feast of Lights-old mem'ries stir, When Judah's glory was the cry. We see the Maccabees of old Bow low within the house of God; Now light we tapers for their deeds; The Feast of Lights-a time when hope CECILIA G. GERSON. Mo'oz Tsur Yeshu'osi MIGHTY, praised beyond compare, Rock of my salvation, Build again my house of pray'r For Thy habitation! Haste my restoration; let a ransomed nation To its King Psalms of dedication! Woe was mine in Egypt-land (Tyrant kings enslaved me) Till Thy mighty, outstretched Hand From oppression saved me. Pharaoh, rash pursuing, vowed my swift undoing; Soon, his host That proud boast 'Neath the waves was rueing! To Thy Holy Hill, the way Mad'st Thou clear before me; With false gods I went astray Foes to exile bore me. Torn from all I cherished, almost had I perished; Babylon fell, Bad'st Thou to restore me! Then the vengeful Haman wrought In his snare himself he caught— He that plann'd to slay me. (Haled from Esther's palace, hanged on his own When the brave Asmonèans broke Through the holy oil, Thy folk Didst Thou show a wonder. Ever full remain-ed the vessel unprofan-ed; Lights and praise Therefore, were ordain-ed. Lord, Thy Holy Arm make bare, Be my martyr's blood Thy care Judge each guilty nation. Long is my probation; sore my tribulation; Bid, from Heaven, Thy shepherds seven, Haste to my salvation! Translated by Solomon Solis Cohen. Chanukah I E welcome thee joyfully, glorious night, WE We hail thee with pleasure, O Chanukah light! Its lustre so brilliant, invites us to joy, Invites us to praise Him, the great Adonoy. He was our Redeemer in dark days of old, Of brave, pious martyrs these bright candles tell, But Israel's God never slumbers nor sleeps, Be welcome then, welcome, O glorious night, II Let our grateful anthems ring, Israel safely keepeth, Hears their cry, from on high, E'er when Judah weepeth. Syria's mad and mighty host God wrought for our nation, "Feast of Lights"-O glorious name! Cowards, traitors-never! And to love God above, Right and truth forever. LOUIS STERN. Vashti IN all great Shushan's palaces was there How thou wert pure and loyal-souled as fair? "Ah me! My Lord could not this thing have meant! |