His flock our Shepherd feeds With gifts of bread and wine. The land desired so long, O be Thy mercy moved, May we redeemed, restored, Be led there every one The Anointed of the Lord. 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 Perilous pre-eminence! to hold Immortal reason! hast thou no beam Justice, by thee e'er directed, In truth (through reason best reflected) And in beneficence e'er trace His brightest trait; celestial grace! How glorious this filiation Between the Lord of worlds and me! Oh! how shall I deserve the station, PENINA MOÏSE. Grace for the Sabbath To 'O Israel this day is joy ever bless'd, To a people distress'd, This Sabbath of rest, To slaves giveth rest The Sabbath behest, 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 ALICE LUCAS. 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. F all Thy gifts the best. OF 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 R UDE are the tabernacles now, Of Israel's scattered band; Still to the East the faithful bow, And bless their fatherland. Oh! save us, we beseech Thee, Lord! 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 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, For what are we, our life or deed? What is our strength and what our power |