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Wilt thou release my trembling soul,
That to despair is driven ?
• And thou shalt be forgiven!'
They spurn me in their pride,
My patience they deride;
To righteous ruin driven!
*As thou wouldst be forgiven!
Seven times they sinned again ;
They triumph in my pain ;
To just resentment driven !
Or be not thou forgiven!'
Why stand ye idle here?'
1 The God of glory walks his round,
From day to day, from year to year;
No longer stand ye idle here!
Whose hands are strong, whose hearts are clear
30, if the griefs ye would assuage
That wait on life's declining year,—
And work your Maker's business here ! 4 And
whose locks of scanty gray Foretell
latest travail near,
And stand ye yet so idle here ?' 5 O thou, by all thy works adored,
To whom the sinner's soul is dear,
1 COME, fellow-sinners, come away;
Behold the fast-declining sun;
'Tis time our labors were begun. 2 O be not faithless in the Lord :
Whate'er is right we shall receive;
He will immortal treasures give. 3 Lord, in thy vineyard we appear,
To labor in the works of love;
Nor from thy precepts ever rove. 4 And when thy laborers all come home,
May each, with joy, thy goodness see;
grace has done, In setting man from bondage free.
H. BALLOU 2D.
God appearing in terrible Judgments. 1 The mighty God from Teman came
The Holy One from Paran hill ;
And all the earth his name did fill. 2 Before his feet,-a baleful light,
The pestilence went forth in wrath :-
And their hosts perished from its path. 3 He stood, and as his eye surveyed
The quaking earth and heaving main,
The streams rolled backward through the plain; 4 Thi o'erflowing deep, by thunder riven,
Came rushing where the land had been ;
And turned to sackcloth o'er the scene. 5 I saw,-and terror struck me dumb;
My joints dissolved, my senses froze;
The Fall of Israel.
Silence is o'er thy plains ;
Thy children weep in chains !
Where are the dews that fed thee
On Elim's barren shore ?-
Now lights thy path no more.
Once, she was all thine own;
Her power, thy glory's throne;
Thy long-loved olive-tree,
To other gods than thee.
Then passed her glory's ray,
The wild wind whirls away.
Where once the mighty trod;
Where Baal reigned as god.
Restoration of Israel.
1 DaughTER of Zion, from the dust
Exalt thy fallen head ;
He calls thee from the dead,
2 Awake, awake! put on thy strength, Thy beautiful
array; The day of freedom dawns at length, The Lord's appointed day.
3 Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge,
And send thy heralds forth;
And keep not back, 0 north!' 4 They come, they come ;-thine exiled bands,
Where'er they rest or roam,
And hasten to their home.
1 0, who shall see the glorious day,
When, throned on Zion's brow,
That hides the nations now !
Of his rebuke shall lie,
and Be wiped from every eye!
2 Then, Judah, thou no more shalt mourn
Beneath the heathen's chain;
Ånd all be new again.
In peace by all who come;
every wind that blows, shall waft Some long-lost exile home.