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Daughter of Zion

AUGHTER of Zion! Awake from thy sadness: Awake, for thy foes shall oppress thee no more; Bright o'er thy hills dawns the day-star of gladness, Arise! for the night of thy sorrow is o'er.

Strong were thy foes, but the arm that subdued them And scattered their legions was mightier far.

They fled, like the chaff from the scourge that pursued them; 0

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For vain were their steed and their chariots of war!

Daughter of Zion that Power that hath saved thee, Extolled with the harp and the timbrel should be; Shout! for the foe is destroyed that enslaved thee. The oppressor is vanquished and Zion is free!

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ANONYMOUS.

But Who Shall See?

UT who shall see the glorious day'
When, throned on Zion's brow,
The Lord shall rend that veil away

Which hides the nations now?!
When earth no more beneath the fear
Of His rebuke shall lie;

When pain shall cease, and every tear
Be wiped from every eye.

Then, Judah, thou no more shalt mourn
Beneath the heathen's chain;

Thy days of splendour shall return,
And all be new again.

The Fount of Life shall then be quaffed

In peace by all who come!

And every wind that blows shall waft

Some long-lost exile home! o i

THOMAS MOORE.

The Latter Day

HAIL, to the brightness of Zion's glad morn

ing:

Joy to the lands that in darkness have lain; Hushed to the accents of sorrow and mourning; Zion in triumph begins, her mild reign!...

Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning,
Long by the prophets of Israel foretold;
Hail to the millions from bondage returning;
Gentiles and Jews the blest vision behold!

Lo, in the desert rich flowers are springing;
Streams ever copious are gliding along!
Loud from the mountain-tops echoes are ringing;
Wastes rise in verdure, and mingle in song.

See, from all lands, from the isles of the ocean,
Praise to Jehovah ascending on high;
Fallen are the engines of war and commotion;
Shouts of salvation are rending the sky!

THOMAS HASTINGS.

"And Zion Be the Glory Yet"

TRIBE of ancestry, be dumb, thy parchment roll

review!

What is thy line of ancestors to that which boasts the Jew?

The ancient Briton, where is he? The Saxons, who are they?

The Roman is a fleeting shade—a thing of yesterday. But he may boldly lift his eyes and spread his hands

abroad,

And say, "Four thousand years ago my sires on Canaan

stood."

O, who shall dare despise the Jew, whom God hath not despised,

Nor yet forsaken in His wrath, though long and sore chastised?

From many a distant land the Lord shall bring His people forth,

And Zion be the glory yet and wonder of the earth.

ANONYMOUS.

The Harp of Zion

'HE harp of Zion sleepeth

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In the shadow of the hill;

The child of promise weepeth
His weary exile still;
The ages of his sorrow

Flow on like Jordan's stream;
He looketh for the morrow,
But cannot see its beam.

No beam of heaven discloseth
His father's land of birth;
His footstep ne'er reposeth
In the nations of the earth;
To them he blindly holdeth
The lamp he cannot see;
While darkness deep enfoldeth
The homes of Galilee!

Yet not, O God, for ever

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Thou'lt judge him in thy wrath;

But bid the darkness sever

Above his destined path;

In thy dread book is written

The period of his doom;

And the vale thy curse has smitten,
As a garden yet shall bloom.

Even now the destined ages
Are closing o'er the land;
And every sign presages
The morn again at hand;
The darkness swiftly weareth,
Light trembles from the shore;
Each wind of heaven prepareth
The wanderer to restore!

JAMES WILLIS.

The Restoration of Israel
DAUGHTER of Zion, from the dust,
Exalt thy fallen head;,

Again in thy Redeemer trust,
He calls thee from the dead.

Awake, awake, put on thy strength,
Thy beautiful array;

The day of freedom dawns at length,
The Lord's appointed day.

Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge
And send thy heralds forth;

Say to the South,-"Give up thy charge,'
And keep not back, O North!"

They come, they come;-thine exiled bands,
Where'er they rest or roam,

Have heard thy voice in distant lands,
And hasten to their home.

Thus, though the universe shall burn,' :

And God: his works destroy,

With songs the ransomed shall return,

And everlasting joy...

JAMES MONTGOMERY.

Israel's God

No longer the children of Zion need weep;
From Judea's fair mountains, from over the deep,
From hill top and valley the pæans are sung
In every known language, our own holy tongue;
Our cause is triumphant, our freedom is won,
"The God of our People, Our Lord, He is One."

United the sound of Israel's great host,
Descendants of Judah now their proud boast;
Ascending each hour in psalm and in praise,
Their voices together in harmony raise.
The cry of our faith from out the dim past,
From ages unknown, till mortal shall last,
From birth, until Death says our course has been run,
We continue to sing "Our God He is One."

Oh! land of our fathers, in God's chosen time,
May we speedily pray at thy sacred shrine,
And upward to Heav'n, as on wings of a dove,
Our reliance on Thee, Thy care, and Thy love,
To gather Thy children, as sheep in a fold,
To worship together in praise, as of old;

"Hear, O Israel," we'll sing then, as one mighty word. "He is One, is our God; He is One, is our Lord."

LAWRENCE COHEN.

He Watcheth Over Israel!! THOUGH our harps hang on the willows, Near to Babylon's turgid stream;

Though our ancient glory mock us,

Like a half-remembered dream;"

Still His word runs with the ages-
Still His Covenant He keeps

Yea, He watcheth over Israel

And He slumbers not, nor sleeps.