Oh! how shall I deserve the station, PENINA Moïse. Grace for the Sabbath TO Israel this day is joy ever bless'd, Is light and is gladness, a Sabbath of rest. Thou Sabbath of rest, To a people distress'd, A strong soul hast given. To slaves giveth rest We are free while we keep Its statutes appointed. A gift well anointed,. We bring thee, O loved One, We bring thee, O loved One, O gladden our rest, Extolling and praising To Israel this day is joy ever bless'd Is light and is gladness, a Sabbath of rest. Faith And the Lord, He it is that doth go before thee; He will be with thee, He will not fail thee, neither forsake thee; fear not, neither be dismayed.-Deuteronomy, xxxi, 8. My presence shall go with thee, and I will give thee rest.-Exodus, xxxiii, 14. O F all Thy gifts the best. On us Thy needy people, sore distress'd, Sore travel worn, and stained with sin and woe, Of all Thy gifts the best. Then shall we find, amid life's toilsome quest, The peace of God, from which all blessings flow. Then shall no evil fears our souls molest. Faith, faith in Thee, faith that, where'er we go, Thy presence goes with us, and gives us rest That is in heaven above, on earth below, Of all Thy gifts the best! ALICE LUCAS. Rude Are the Tabernacles Now OUDE are the tabernacles now, RUDE Of Israel's scattered band; Still to the East the faithful bow, And bless their fatherland. Oh! save us, we beseech Thee, Lord! Through every chance and change adored. Oh, when we think of Palestine, Once bore the hallowed ark and shrine We mourn to mark the stranger there, Wake ye, who in the deadly sleep, Arise! or ye may live to weep The time now passing by. Thy aid against remorse afford! Let us re-open mercy's law, And in our bosoms lock Precepts, that humble hearts shall draw Towards salvation's rock; Praises to Heaven's Supreme Lord, ANONYMOUS. From the Hymn Book of Congregation Beth Elohim, Charleston, S. C., 5616. God Is Nigh to Contrite Hearts LORD of the world, we seek Thy face, With contrite hearts implore Thy grace, Not on our merits we depend, To us Thy favor Thou wilt send; But trusting in Thy mercy great, That Thou wilt hear us supplicate. For what are we, our life or deed? Of small account and vain at most. What is our strength and what our power What can we urge our cause to plead, The greatest of our works are vain, Whose longest years are but a span, Which yearns for its celestial goal. There at Thy throne in future time,— At Mercy's just and last high court; Shall be its true and blest reward. DAVID LEVY. A Prayer Imitation of the Persian LORD! who art merciful as well as just, Incline Thine ear to me, a child of dust, Not what I would, O Lord! I offer Thee, Alas! but what I can, Father Almighty, who hast made me man And bade me look to heaven, for Thou art there, Accept my sacrifice and humble prayer. Four things which are not in Thy treasury, I lay before Thee, Lord! with this petition;- My sins and my contrition. ALICE LUCAS. L A Prayer EAVE not a veil before my eyes, Send me no song so honey-sweet That I forget the harsher beat Of life, the pulsing discords of the street, Grant me the will to pay for light, For vision overtopping sight, And dreams that are not of the passing night; Yield, at what price Thou shalt demand, A heart to understand. V. H. FRIEDLANDER. Sacred Lyric WHEN Sorrow, blinded with her tears, And quenched my hopes and roused my fears, O, then, I turned my heart to Thee, O Lord of Hosts, to comfort me. When, like rough winds in stormy skies, Fears lashed my heart and seared my brain, Until before my aching eyes Life's joys were pitilessly slain, Alone, I turned, O God, to Thee, To solace and to comfort me. |