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Still mute remains the sullen tongue,
And Zion's song denies to sing ?
Let harp and voice unite their strains ;
Behold! thine own Messiah reigns. 3 Nor fear thy Salem's hills to wrong,
If other lands the triumph share;
A brighter Salem rises there.
Nor weeping, think of Jordan's flood ; In every clime behold a home;
In every temple see thy God.
No strangers mock thy captive chain;
And brethren ask the holy strain. 6 Then why, on bending willows hung,
Israel ! still sleeps the tuneful string ?
(L. M. PANCRAS.) The Christian comforted in the prospect of heaven. » Zion! when we think on Thee, We long for pinions like the dove, And mourn to think that we should be So distant from the land we love.
2 While here, we walk on hostile ground;
The few that we can call our friends,
And weariness our steps attends. 3 But yet we hope to see the day,
When Zion's children shall return,
And we no more again shall mourn. 4 The thought that such a day will come,
Makes e'en the captive's portion sweet;
The omnipresence of God.
Oh! whither shall we flee?
The heavens are full of Thee.
Our hastening feet descend,
Our footsteps there attend.
We seek the ocean's bound,
Thy guiding hand is found.
We veil ourselves in night,
Thou, to whom darkness is as day,
Behold'st us all in light.
Since darkness nought avails,
Lo! Jesus never fails.
Who would thy presence flee?
Or whom in heaven, but Thee?
(C. M. DUBLIN.)
Kind Guardian of our days !
In songs of grateful praise.
Was thine indulgent care,
Or breathe the infant prayer. 3 Each passing hour new favours brought
From thine exhaustless store;
Would count thy mercies o'er. - 4. While sweet reflection through our days
Thy bounteous hand would trace,
The blessings of thy grace.
5 What thanks we owe for all thy love,
(A boundless, endless, store !) Shall sound throughout the realms above,
When time shall be no more.
We'll sing thy power to save;
God righteous and holy.
His justice and his love we trace;
Or kiss the sceptre of his grace.
He, ever faithful, ever near,
As strong to save, as swift to hear.
In endless streams his mercies flow;
And present grief, and future woe. 4 Let sinners fear, let saints rejoice;
Let all adore their common Lord ;
(P. M. AMPTON.)
The man happy who trusts in God. 1 HAPPY the man, whose hopes rely
On Israel's God, who made the sky,
And earth and seas with all their train : He saves the oppress'd; He feeds the poor; His truth for ever stands secure,
And none shall find his promise vain. 2 The Lord gives eye-sight to the blind; The Lord relieves the guilty mind;
The Lord vouchsafesthe mourner peace; He helps the stranger in distress, The widow and the fatherless;
And grants the prisoner sweet release. 3 We'll praise Him, while he gives us breath, And when our voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ our nobler powers; Our day of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last,
Or immortality endures.
God worthy of universal praise.
Your voices raise.
To sing his praise.
Thou sun, the orb of day,