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Came with thy word, when on our race Broke forth the Sun of Righteousness. 3 Light of our souls! how strong it grows: That sun, how wide his beams he flings, As up the glorious sky he goes, With light and healing in his wings! 4 Give us that light! O God, 'tis given! Hope sees it open heaven's wide halls To those who for the truth have striven; And Faith walks firmly where it falls. 5 Churches no more, in cold eclipse, Mourn the withholding of its rays; It gilds their gates, and on the lips Of every faithful preacher plays. 976. P. M. Moore. Fall of Israel. 1 Fallen is thy throne, O Israel!-- Silence is on all thy plains,-- Thy dwellings all lie desolate,-- Thy children weep in chains. Where are the dews that fed thee On Ethan's barren shore? That fire from heaven that led thee Now lights thy path no more! 2 Lord, thou didst love Jerusalem! Once she was all thy 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 sunk the star of Solyma, Then passed 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 reigned as God. 977. L. M. Anonymous. Remonstrance with the Jews. 1 Why on the bending willows hung, Israel! still sleeps thy tuneful string?-- Still mute remains thy sullen tongue, And Zion's song denies to sing? 2 Awake! thy sweetest raptures raise; Let harp and voice unite their strains Thy promised King his sceptre sways; Jesus, thine own Messiah, reigns! 3 No taunting foes the song require: No strangers mock thy captive chain: But friends provoke the silent lyre, And brethren ask the holy strain. 4 Nor fear thy Salem's hills to wrong, If other lands thy triumph share: A heavenly city claims thy song; A brighter Salem rises there. 5 By foreign streams no longer roam; Nor, weeping, think of Jordan's flood: In every clime behold a home, In every temple see thy God.
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