Hymn 589. Judi Israel.

1 Of old, O God, thine own right hand

A pleasant vine did plant and train ; Above the hills, o'er all the land,

It sought the sun and drank the rain. 2 Its boughs like goodly cedars spread, Forth to the river went the root; Perennial verdure crowned its head, It bore in every season fruit.

3 That vine is desolate and torn,

Its shoots low in the dust are laid; High o'er its branches springs the thorn, The wild boar revels in its shade.

4 Lord God of hosts, thine ear incline, Change into songs thy people's fears; Return, and visit this thy vine,

Revive thy work amidst the years.

5 The plenteous and continual dew
Of thy rich blessing here descend;
So shall thy vine its leaf renew,

Till o'er the earth its branches bend.

6 Then shall it flourish wide and fair,
While realms beneath its shadow rest;
The morning and the evening star
Shall mark its bounds from east to west.

7 So shall thine enemies be dumb,

Thy banished ones no more enslaved,
The fulness of the Gentiles come,
And Israel's youngest born be saved.

HYMN 590.-Continued.

2. Happy the men to whom 'tis given To dwell within that gate of heaven,

And in thy house record thy praise; Whose strength and confidence thou art, Who feel thee, Saviour, in their heart,

The Way, the Truth, the Life of grace: 3 Who, passing through the mournful vale, Drink comfort from the living well,

That flows replenished from above; From strength to strength advancing here, Till all before their God appear,

And each receives the crown of love... 4 Better a day thy courts within Than thousands in the tents of sin;

How base the noblest pleasures there! How great the weakest child of thine! His meanest task is all divine,

And kings and priests thy servants are. 5 The Lord protects and cheers his own, Their light and strength, their shield and sun He shall both grace and glory give: Unlimited his bounteous grant; No real good they e'er shall want; All, all is theirs, who righteous live. 6 O Lord of hosts, how blest is he Who steadfastly believes in thee! He all thy promises shall gain: The soul that on thy love is cast Thy perfect love on earth shall taste, And soon with thee in glory reign.

HYMN 592.-Continued.

2 Blest are the saints that sit on high,
Around thy throne of majesty ;
Thy brightest glories shine above,
And all their work is praise and love.

3 Blest are the souls that find a place
Within the temple of thy grace;
Here they behold thy gentler rays,
And seek thy face, and learn thy praise.

4 Blest are the men whose hearts are set

To find the way to Zion's gate;

God is their strength, and through the road They lean upon their helper God.

5 Cheerful they walk with growing strength, Till all shall meet in heaven at length; Till all before thy face appear,

And join in nobler worship there.

Hap-py the race Who through God's grace Shall have in her their dwell-ing place!

4 Nations that have never known thee,
From the world's end shall come to own thee,
And eagerly to Zion run;

Even to those in darkness sitting
The Lord shall show when he sees fitting

What once for all the world was done.

Where is the Son of God?

Where is his blest abode?

All enquiring,

Till far and wide

On every side,

The Lord is praised and magnified.

5 Dry your tears, ye hearts nigh broken, Of Zion it shall yet be spoken,

"How do her citizens increase!" Men shall see with fear and wonder How God builds Zion up, and ponder

His love and truth who hath wrought this.
Lift up your heads! at last
The night of death has past

From the heathen;
The day shall break
When they awake,
And Israel their joy partake.

6 Mother thou of every nation
Which here has sought and found salvation,
O Zion, yet on earth shalt be:
Hark! what shouts the air are rending!
What cries to heaven's gates ascending!
All our fresh springs shall be in thee.
From thee the waters burst,
To slake our burning thirst.
Hallelujah!

From sin and death

God's own word saith That he alone delivereth.