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Will Zion in our mem'ry stand
Our lost, our ruin'd native land!

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H! weep for those that wept by Babel's stream, Whose shrines are desolate, whose land a dream;

Weep for the harp of Judah's broken shell; Mourn!--where their God hath dwelt, the godless dwell.

2 And where shall Israel lave her bleeding feet? And when shall Zion's songs again seem sweet? And Judah's melody once more rejoice

The hearts that leap'd before its heav'nly voice?
3 Tribes of the wandering foot and weary breast!
How shall ye flee away and be at rest?
The wild dove hath her nest, the fox his cave,
Mankind their country,---Israel but the grave.

3. Lament of a captive Jew in Babylon. LET the thick veil of darkness be roll'd from

before thee

Oh Lord! and descend on the wing of the storm. Dispers'd & enslav'd are the sons that adore thee, And the rude hands of strangers thy temple deform.

2 And Salem, lov'd Salem, lies low & degraded, While far from her ruins in exile we pine--Yet still is the hope of thy remnant unfaded, The word that inspir'd it, Jehovah! is thine. 3 Alas! we were warn'd, but reck'd not the warning,

Till our warriors grew weak in the day of despair, And our glory was fled as the light of the morning That gleams for a moment and melts into air. 4As trampl'd the heathen o'er Zion's sad daughter She wept tears of shame o'er her guilt & her woe; For the voice of her God had commission'd the slaughter,

The rod of his vengeance had pointed the blow!

5 Tho' foul are the sins, oh thou lost one, which stain thee,

The blood of the Lamb yet can wash them away;
Though galling and base are the bonds that en-
chain thee,
[sway---
The God that imposed them can lighten their
For a star yet shall rise o'er the darkness of Judah,
A branch yet shall flourish on Jesse's proud stem,
And Zion shall triumph o'er those that subdued
Yea triumph in giving a Saviour to them. [her,
Rachel mourning for her children.
H! mournful sight! a city waste!
Her former glory may be trac'd
From what we see remaining;
For Zion mourns her children gone,
She lies forsaken and alone,

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OH

And thus is heard complaining.

My sons! ah whither are they gone?
Of all I once possess'd not one
Now soothes a mother's anguish;
My children, once my joy and pride,
Are torn with rigour from my side,
And I am left to languish."

3 Zion! the enemy is chief,
No friend is nigh to bring relief
Because thou hast offended;
For this thy children are remov'd
And thou'rt punished tho' beloved,
Thy profit is intended.

4 Oh hadst thou known thy happy lot
Nor basely sold thyself for nought,
Thy gracious Lord forsaking;

Then had thy peace been like a stream;
But lo! 'tis vanish'd like a dream

'That's wept on our awaking.

5 But tho' thy God thus makes thee know What ills from disobedience flow,

He means not to forsake thee;
When he has made thee feel thy loss,
And purely purg'd away thy dross,
He's faithful still to save thee.

5. The Exile. Ps. 137. 1. [St. Mark's. L. M.} Zion! when I think on Thee,

I long for pinions like the dove,

And mourn to think that I should be
So distant from the land I love.

2 A captive exile far from home
For Zion's sacred walls I sigh,

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With ransom'd kindred there to come
And see Messiah eye to eye.

3 While here I walk on hostile ground,
The few that I can call my friends
Are like myself in fetters bound,
And weariness our steps attends.
But yet we hope to see the day
When Zion's children shall return,
When all our griefs shall flee away
And we no more again shall mourn.
The thought that such a day will come,
Makes ev'n the exile's portion sweet;
Tho' now we wander far from home,
In Zion soon we all shall meet.

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Jer. 23. 5, 6. [Harcourt. L. M.] H why should Israel's sons, once blest, Still roam the scorning world around: Disown'd by God, by man opprest, Outcasts from Sion's hallow'd ground. 2 Oh! God of Judah! view their race, Back to thy fold the wand'rers bring; Teach them to seek thy slighted grace, To hail in Christ their promis'd king. 3 The veil of darkness rend in twain, Which hides their Shiloh's glorious light, The sever'd olive branch again 1irm to the parent stock unite.

While Judah mourns his birthright gone,
With contrite shame their bosoms move,
The Saviour they denied---to own,

The Lord they crucified--to love.

5 Haste then the expected time. Oh Lord!
When Jew and Greek one pray'r shall pour,
With eager feet one temple crowd,
One God with grateful praise adore.
7. Jer. 4. 22. [Melody. C. M.]
CHRISTIANS! the debt of love repay
To Israel's seed you owe;

Thro' them has shone Salvation's ray
On realms of sin and woe.

2 Jehovah's covenant first was seal'd
To Patriarchs of old;

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To Jewish Prophets was reveal'd
The Saviour they foretold.

It was a Jew that shed his blood
Our pardon to ensure;

It is a Jew who plearls with God
Our blessings to procure.

4 By Jews to Gentiles were proclaimed
The words of life and peace;

By them our fathers were reclaimed
From sin to holiness.

5 Our Saviour s kinsmen let us love,
And point them to the way,
That leads to purest joys above,
To realms of perfect day.

6 Lord Jesus! let thy favor shine
On Judah's scattered race,

That they, ere long, with us may join
To sing redeeming grace.

8. John 1. 11.

WHEN with free and full salvation
God's beloved son appear'd

Born amidst the Hebrew nation
There the holy child was rear'd ;

There the sacred dove did hover,
There those cares unknown before,
Sorrows only mothers suffer,
There a Jewish virgin bore.

2 There it was the star of heav'n,
First on worthless sinners shone,
'Twas to Jews the grace was given,
Theirs the favour'd land alone:
While the Lord there dwelt neglected,
Still he own'd the chosen race,
Though they all his calls rejected,
Basely scorn'd the Prince of Peace.
3 Yet to share his daily sorrows
Those he call'd were Hebrew men,
They beheld his secret horrors,
Heard his groans and felt his pain;
When he rose from death to glory
These he left the world to teach,
Charg'd to tell the wond'rous story,
All his bleeding love to preach.

1. Bath Suncula. L. M.] Address to the Jews.

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HIGH on the bending willows hung,
Israel! still sleeps the tuneful string?

Still mute remains the sullen tongue,
And Zion's song denies to sing?
Awake! thy loudest raptures raise;
Let harps and voice unite their strains :
Thy promis'd King his sceptre sways,
Behold!-thine own Messiah reigns.
Nor fear thy Salem's hills to wrong,
If other lands the triumph share;
A heav'nly city claims thy song;
A brighter Salem rises there.---
By foreign streams no longer roam,
Nor weeping, think of Jordan's flood;
In ev'ry clime behold a home;
In ev'ry temple see thy God.

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