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The flowers of spring may wither, the hope of
summer fade, The autumn droop in winter, the birds forsake
the shade; The winds be lulled the sun and moon forget
their old decree, the talv But we in nature's latest hour, O Lord, will cling
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TENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.
JERUSALEM, Jerusalem! enthroned once on high, Thou favored home 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
O, hadst thou known thy day of grace, and
flocked beneath the wing Of him who called thee lovingly, thine own an.
ointed 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. « And who art thou that mournest me? replied
the ruin gray, * And fear'st not rather that thyself may prove
a castaway? I am a dried and abject branch,my place is given
to thee; But wo to every barren graft of thy wild olive
Our day of grace is sunk in night, our time of
mercy spent, For heavy was my 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.
Our day of grace is sunk in night, thy noon is
in its prime; 0, turn and seek thy Saviour's face in this ac
cepted time. So, Gentile, may Jerusalem a lesson prove to thee, And in the new Jerusalem thy home for ever be.'
THIRTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRIN
Who yonder on the desert heath,
Complains in feeble tone ?' - A pilgrim in the vale of death,
Faint, bleeding and alone.' • How cam'st thou to this dismal strand
Of danger, grief, and shame?' -From blessed Sion's holy land,
By folly led, I came.'
• What ruffian hand hath stript thee bare !
Whose fury laid thee low?'
• Can art no medicine for thy wound,
Nor nature strength supply?
• Bui, sufferer, is no comfort near
Thy terrors to remove ?'
There is to whom my soul was dear,