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to the Jews. 2 Remember Jacob's flock of old;
Bring home the wand'rers to thy fold;
Israel at last shall seek the Lord. 3 Though outcasts still, estranged from Thee,
Cut off from their own olive-tree,
For Thou canst graft them in again?
And write it in their inward parts;
Which hides Messiah from their view. 5 () haste the day foretold so long,
When Jew and Greek, a glorious throng,
8.7. 4. The captive daughter of Zion. Isa. xl, 1, 2; lxi, 7. Nahum i, 15. Zeph. lii, 14, 15. 1 ON THE mountain-tops appearing,
Lo! the sacred herald stands,
to the Jews.
Havė thy friends unfaithful provid?
Cease thy mourning;
Zion still is well belov'd. 3 Lol thy sun is ris'n in glory;
God Himself appears thy Friend; All thy foes shall Alee before thee; Here their boasts and triumphs end:
Zion's King vouchsafes to send. 4 Enemies no more shall trouble;
All thy warfare now is pass'd;
All thy conflicts
Israel! still sleeps the tuneful string?
to the Jews. 2 Awake! thy loudest raptures raise!
Let heart and voice unite their strains;
3[Nor fear thy Salem's hills to wrong,
If other lands the triumph bear:
4 By foreign streams no longer roam,
And weeping think of Jordan's flood;
5 No taunting foes thy song require;
No strangers mock thy captive chain; 'Tis friends provoke the silent lyre, And brethren ask the holy strain.
6 Then why, on bending willows bung,
Israel! still sleeps the tuneful string ?
to the Jews. 393
D. O. M.
Enthroned once on high,
Thou heaven below the sky;
A curse and grief to see,
Our tears shall flow for thee! 2[Oh! hadst thou known thy day of grace,
And flock'd beneath the wing
Thine own anointed King;
Gone up thy pomp to see,
And all thy sons been free.]
Replied the ruin grey-
May prove a cast-away?
My place is given to thee;
Of thy wild olive-tree!
the Jews. 4[Our day of grace is sunk in night,
Our time of mercy spent,
And strange their punishment;
But, sinner! warned be,
May send his wrath on thee.]
Thy noon is in its prime;
In this accepted time!
A lesson prove to thee,
Thy home for ever be! 394
Lamentation over Jerusalem.
Silence is o'er thy plains;
Thy children weep in chains:
On Elim's barren shore?
Now lights thy path no more,