The Jew a warning to the Gentile.
Luke xiii, 84, 35. Rom. xl, 17-21.
1 JERUSALEM! Jerusalem! Enthroned once on high,
Thou favour'd house of God on earth, Thou heaven below the sky; Now brought to bondage with thy sons, A curse and grief to see, Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
Our tears shall flow for thee!
2[Oh! hadst thou known thy day of grace, And flock'd beneath the wing Of Him, who call'd thee lovingly, Thine own anointed King; Then had the tribes of all the world Gone up thy pomp to see, And glory dwelt within thy gates, And all thy sons been free.]
3 And who art thou that mournest me?- Replied the ruin grey- And fear'st not rather that thyself May prove a cast-away? I am a dried and abject branch, My place is given to thee; But woe to every barren graft Of thy wild olive-tree!
4[Our day of grace is sunk in night, Our time of mercy spent,
For heavy was our children's crime, And strange their punishment; Yet gaze not idly on our fall, But, sinner! warned be, Who spared not his chosen seed,
May send his wrath on thee.]
5 Our day of grace is sunk in night, Thy noon is in its prime; Oh! turn and seek thy Saviour's face In this accepted time!
So, Gentile! may Jerusalem
A lesson prove to thee,
And in the new Jerusalem Thy home for ever be!
Isa. Ix, 1, 2. Jer. v, 10, 11.
Lamentation over Jerusalem.
1 FALL'N is thy throne, O Israel! Silence is o'er thy plains; Thy dwellings all lie desolate; Thy children weep in chains: Where are the dews that fed thee On Elim's barren shore?
The fire from heaven that led thee
Now lights thy path no more,
2 Lord! Thou didst love Jerusalem; Once she was all thine own; Her love thy fairest heritage; Her power thy glory's throne; Till evil came and blighted Thy long-loved olive-tree, And Salem's shrines were lighted For other gods than Thee.
3 Then sank the star of Solyma; Then pass'd her glory's day; Like heath that in the wilderness The wild wind whirls away: Silent and waste her bowers, Where once the mighty trod; And sunk those guilty towers, Where Baal reign'd as god.
4 But soon shall other pictured scenes In brighter vision rise,
When Zion's sun shall seven-fold shine On all her mourners' eyes;
And on her mountains beauteous stand The messengers of peace:
"Salvation, by the Lord's right hand!" They shout, and never cease.
Preaching Christ to the Gentiles. Isa. xliii, 6. Matt. x, 8. Mark xvi, 15. 1 THE heathen perish, day by day Thousands on thousands pass away; O Christians! to their rescue fly; Preach Jesus to them ere they die! 2 Wealth, labour, talents, freely give, Yea life, if they may also live; What hath your Saviour done for you! And now your all to Him is due. 3 O Spirit of the Lord! go forth! Call in the south, wake up the north! Of ev'ry clime, from zone to zone, Gather God's children into one!
Salvation proclaimed from pole to pole. Isa. xi, 9. Acts xvi, 9. Rev. xiv, 6. 1 FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand, From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver
Their land from error's chain.
2 What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile; In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strewn, The heathen, in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone.
3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted With wisdom from on high, Shall we, to men benighted The lamp of life deny? Salvation! Oh! salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim, Till earth's remotest nation Has learnt Messiah's name.
4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story! And you, ye waters, roll! Till, like a sea of glory,
It spread from pole to pole; Till o'er our ransom'd nature The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss return to reign!
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