Waking at length from the slumbers of ages,
Eager they turn to welcome the light,
Making the dreams of their poets and sages

Gloriously true with their zeal and their might.

Straight grow the backs that with stooping were doubled,

Noble and straight as the cedar and pine;

Cleared are the brows which affliction sore troubled, Glad as the viners, who taste the new wine.

Hope has welled up in their hearts like a fountain,
Bursting with power its way to the sun;
Freedom has come like bright dawn on the mountain,
Flushed with the glow of its triumphs begun.

David, behold, to thy stronghold on Zion,

Speed they like runners who make for their goal, Bearing the flag of the Judean lion,

Bearing a spirit as bold in the soul.

As to thy temple, O Israel, returning,

Leave they the shores which as aliens they trod, Ecstasy thrills them, all eager, all burning,

Filled with the love of their land and their God.

Give to thy people the shield of salvation,
Favor, O Lord, thy anointed of old;
Bring them together once more as a nation,
Gather again in thy sheltering fold.

C. PESSELS.

The Jews Weeping in Jerusalem WHY, trembling and sad, dost thou stand there

and mourn,

Son of Israel, the days that can never return?

And why do those tear-drops of misery fall

On the mouldering ruin, the perishing wall?

Was yon city, in robes of the heathen now clad,
Once the flourishing Zion, where Judah was glad?
And those walls, that disjointed and scattered now lie,
Were they once vowed to Heaven and hallowed on
high?

Yet why dost thou mourn? Oh, to gladness awaken!
Though Jehovah this city of God has forsaken,
He preserves for His people a city more fair,
Which a ruthless invader no longer shall share.

No longer the tear for your city shall flow;
No longer thy bosom the sad sigh bestow;
But night shall be followed by glorious day,
And sorrow and sighing shall vanish away.

JAMES WALLIS EASTBURN.

Dying in Jerusalem

[ERUSALEM! Jerusalem!
Thou city of the blest,

I come, beneath thy hallowed soil
To lay my bones to rest.

It is not mine to see thee rise
In glory from the dust;
But God, the God of Abraham,
Is kind as well as just.

And, happy but to die in thee,

I hail the sacred ground

Where rest from all their wanderings
The sons of Jacob found.

Jerusalem! Jerusalem!

Thy towers shall rise again

When comes the Lord's anointed One

In majesty to reign.

My sun will shortly set, but thou

İn glory shall appear;

Thy King, The God of all the earth;
Thy name, "The Lord is here."
And Gentiles who have spurned thee long
Shall make the glory known;

While all conspire to honor thee,

My father's land! my own!

THOMAS RAGG.

When I Think of Thee, O Zion

WHEN I think of thee, O Zion,

WHEN

Glory of the Holy Land,

Recollecting thee as city,

Chartered by Jehovah's hand;
Thy gates of pearl, thy walls of gold,
By sage and prophet long foretold,
I do wonder-I know not why
How camest thou so low to lie?

When I think of thee, O Zion,

Of thy renown, of thy great fame;
When my lips the word doth whisper
Mentioning thy Holy Name,
Name pronounced by many a tongue
In reverent accents often sung;
Name so cherished, tell me why
Recalling thee, my heart doth sigh.

"What if strangers do me honor, Carry my banner and call me free; What if Gentiles 'Allelujah,'

'Amen' shout and swear by me? When those children I call mine List not, and 'bide across the line? This the reason I bitterly cry." Thus sadly Zion doth reply.

"Can a mother forget her own,

Her only son, her bosom child? Will other children satisfy

The craving for the first that smiled? Will ever multitude replace

The laugh that lit the cradled face?

Never, never will Zion rest

Until her own are in her nest."

JOHN D. NUSSBAUM.

Redemption

AWAKE, oh Israel! and hear

That thy Redemption draweth near;

Arise ye mourners! God hath sent
Fulfilment of His covenant!

It cometh not by war's decrees
And blood of martyrs broad as seas;
The deeper purposes of God
We learn in kindness, not by rod.

Within yourself, O Israel!

Deliverance cometh-heed this wail!
Then cease thy groans; Be men! Be men!
And God will send Redemption then.

What slave was freed, who loved his yoke?
Thou canst not rise with spirits broke.
God's beloved art thou still,

O Israel, obey his will.

And even now His chosen seed

Shall reap those blessings long decreed.
Be worthy then-your God shall see
And His Redemption send to thee..

Honor the God thy fathers loved.
And love the God thy fathers praised;
Then Israel, thou'lt rise again

A people honored by all men. ANONYMOUS.

ON

Good Tidings to Zion
(Isa. lii. 7)

N the mountain's top appearing,
Lo, the sacred herald stands,
Welcome news to Zion bearing,
Zion long in hostile lands:
Mourning captive,

God himself will loose thy bands.

Has thy night been long and mournful?
Have thy friends unfaithful proved?
Have thy foes been proud and scornful,
By thy sighs and tears unmoved?
Cease thy mourning;

Zion still is well beloved.

God, thy God, will now restore thee;
He himself appears thy Friend;

All thy foes shall flee before thee;

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Here their boasts and triumphs end:
Great deliverance

Zion's King vouchsafes to send.

Enemies no more shall trouble;
All thy wrongs shall be redressed;
For thy shame thou shalt have double,
In thy Maker's favor blest;

All thy conflicts

End in everlasting rest.

THOMAS KELLY.

A Cry for Zion

"BEHOLD, as I sit here, alone and forlorn,

Very often I wish I had never been born, For of all of my travail, my sorrow and pain, Oh, can ye, O nations, discover my gain?