DAU Daughter of Zion AUGHTER of Zion! Awake from thy sadness: Awake, for thy foes shall oppress thee no more; Bright o'er thy hills dawns the day-star of gladness, Arise! for the night of thy sorrow is o'er. Strong were thy foes, but the arm that subdued them And scattered their legions was mightier far. They fled, like the chaff from the scourge that pursued them; 0 X For vain were their steed and their chariots of war! Daughter of Zion that Power that hath saved thee, Extolled with the harp and the timbrel should be; Shout! for the foe is destroyed that enslaved thee. The oppressor is vanquished and Zion is free! BUT ANONYMOUS. But Who Shall See? UT who shall see the glorious day' Which hides the nations now?! When pain shall cease, and every tear Then, Judah, thou no more shalt mourn Thy days of splendour shall return, The Fount of Life shall then be quaffed In peace by all who come! And every wind that blows shall waft Some long-lost exile home! o i THOMAS MOORE. The Latter Day HAIL, to the brightness of Zion's glad morn ing: Joy to the lands that in darkness have lain; Hushed to the accents of sorrow and mourning; Zion in triumph begins, her mild reign!... Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning, Lo, in the desert rich flowers are springing; See, from all lands, from the isles of the ocean, THOMAS HASTINGS. "And Zion Be the Glory Yet" TRIBE of ancestry, be dumb, thy parchment roll review! What is thy line of ancestors to that which boasts the Jew? The ancient Briton, where is he? The Saxons, who are they? The Roman is a fleeting shade—a thing of yesterday. But he may boldly lift his eyes and spread his hands abroad, And say, "Four thousand years ago my sires on Canaan stood." O, who shall dare despise the Jew, whom God hath not despised, Nor yet forsaken in His wrath, though long and sore chastised? From many a distant land the Lord shall bring His people forth, And Zion be the glory yet and wonder of the earth. ANONYMOUS. The Harp of Zion 'HE harp of Zion sleepeth THE In the shadow of the hill; The child of promise weepeth Flow on like Jordan's stream; No beam of heaven discloseth Yet not, O God, for ever ,,, Thou'lt judge him in thy wrath; But bid the darkness sever Above his destined path; In thy dread book is written The period of his doom; And the vale thy curse has smitten, Even now the destined ages JAMES WILLIS. The Restoration of Israel Again in thy Redeemer trust, Awake, awake, put on thy strength, The day of freedom dawns at length, Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge Say to the South,-"Give up thy charge,' They come, they come;-thine exiled bands, Have heard thy voice in distant lands, Thus, though the universe shall burn,' : And God: his works destroy, With songs the ransomed shall return, And everlasting joy... JAMES MONTGOMERY. Israel's God No longer the children of Zion need weep; United the sound of Israel's great host, Oh! land of our fathers, in God's chosen time, "Hear, O Israel," we'll sing then, as one mighty word. "He is One, is our God; He is One, is our Lord." LAWRENCE COHEN. He Watcheth Over Israel!! THOUGH our harps hang on the willows, Near to Babylon's turgid stream; Though our ancient glory mock us, Like a half-remembered dream;" Still His word runs with the ages- Yea, He watcheth over Israel And He slumbers not, nor sleeps. |