Nishmas

ALL living souls shall bless Thy name,

O just and gracious God!

All flesh Thy providence proclaim,
Thy holy works applaud.

From age to age will we relate

The wonders Thou hast wrought, Delighting to expatiate

On all which Thou hast taught.

Young men and maidens lift the voice,
Thy wisdom to extol,

And children in Thy praise rejoice,
Father and Friend of all!

But though our hands should be outspread,
As are the eagle's wings,

To thank Thee for the daily bread,
That from Thy bounty springs.

Though song, like sounding billows, too,
Should from our lips proceed,
How large a debt would yet be due
To Thee, from Jacob's seed!

Thrice holy, Lord of hosts! art Thou,

Ineffable and pure!

Before Thy Majesty we bow,

Great King, whom we adore.

PENINA MOÏSE.

Adoration

TO Israel the charge belongs

Their grateful hearts to raise ; To speak, in glad, triumphant songs, The Lord Almighty's praise.

His hand the universe hath wrought,
The starry heavens o'erhead;
From darkness He His people brought
The light of truth to spread.

We bow the head, we bend the knee,
And worship Him alone;

The King of Kings whose majesty
And sovereign power we own.

He is our God, the only Lord,
Our King is truth indeed;

His sovereign power His laws record
As taught to Israel's seed.

Grant Thou our hope, Almighty King,
That promised day to see,

When nations shall Thy praises sing,
And bend the knee to Thee.

The reign of truth and peace begun,
Our sin and error flee;

Thou art alone, proclaimed the One,

And One Thy Name shall be.

The Benediction

DAVID LEVY..

THERE'S a memory that sweetens
My father's last adieu,

There's a solemn thought that deepens.
When I think of him anew.

'Tis the blessing that he uttered
When I took his last farewell,
The priestly threefold blessing
Our people know so well.

Ah, bless thee, Lord, and keep thee,
His countenance e'er shine,
And gracious be He to thee,

And give thee peace and thine.
His hands were spread in blessing
Above my bowing head,
His blessing lives within me,
His spirit is not fled.

The dear old Jewish custom
Made many a stout heart;
I always felt the better

When thus I used to part.
And though he is gone forever,
To sleep beneath the sod,

I still can hear him lifting

The self-same prayer to God.

Ah, bless thee, Lord, and keep thee,

His countenance e'er shine,

And gracious be He to thee,

And give thee peace and thine.

His countenance be lifted,

And may He grant thee peace,

The goal of earthly living,
And Heaven's own surcease.

HARRY WEISS.

Grace After Meals

UR Rock with loving care,
According to His word,

Bids all His bounty share;
Then let us bless the Lord.

His flock our Shepherd feeds
With graciousness divine;
He satisfies our needs

With gifts of bread and wine.
Therefore with one accord
We will His name adore,
Proclaiming evermore
Holy, holy is the Lord.
Our Rock, etc.

The land desired so long,
Our fathers' heritage,

Inspires our prayer and song
To God from age to agc.
His bounteous gifts afford
Our sustenance each day,
His mercy is our stay,
Yea, faithful in the Lord.
Our Rock, etc.

O be Thy mercy moved,

Our Rock, to dwell with us,

With Zion, Thy beloved,
Our temple glorious

May we redeemed, restored,
Be led there every one

By David's holy son,

The Anointed of the Lord.
Our Rock, etc.

Thy city built once more,

Thy temple walls uprising,

There will we adore

With joyful songs of praise

Thee, merciful, adored,

We bless and sanctify

With wine-cups filled up high,

By blessing of the Lord.

Man, the Image of God EXULT, my soul, in consciousness proud, That I in God's image was made: That 'mid nature's irrational crowd, Moral light to me was conveyed; When dust, by His pure breath refined, In flesh the "vital spark" enshrined.

Oh! how shall I deserve the station
Omnipotence assigns to me;
Whose spiritual elevation
Is next to angels in degree?
How Mercy's likeness manifest,
Reflected in each mortal breast?

Perilous pre-eminence! to hold
Perfection's model in the mind;
Yet feel how the inferior mould
In which its essence is confined,
May all its majesty efface,
And leave of stamp divine no trace.

Immortal reason! hast thou no beam
Of bright intelligence to prove

Thy semblance to that Sire supreme,
Whose breath is life, whose blessing love?
Triumph! though passions dim thy ray,
In thee God's image we survey.

Justice, by thee e'er directed,
His strongest feature typifies;

In truth (through reason best reflected)
His spirit's light I recognize;

And in beneficence e'er trace

His brightest trait; celestial grace!

How glorious this filiation

Between the Lord of worlds and me!