2 O God of Israel, view their race; Back to Thy fold the wanderers bring Teach them to seek Thy slighted grace, To hail in Christ their promised King. 3 The veil of darkness rend in twain, Which hides their Shiloh's glorious light. The severed olive-branch again

Back to its parent stock unite.

4 While Judah views his birthright gone,
With contrite shame his bosom move,
The Saviour he denied-to own,
The Lord he crucified-to love.

5 Haste, glorious day, expected long,
When Jew and Greek one prayer shall
raise,

With eager feet one temple throng,
One God with grateful rapture praise.

854 Isaiah Iii. 1. C. M. MONTGOMERY.

D

AUGHTER of Zion, from the dust
Exalt thy fallen head;

Again in thy Redeemer trust,

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;

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

4 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.

5 Thus, though the universe shall burn,
And God His works destroy,

With songs the ransomed shall return,
And everlasting joy.

855 Rom. xi. 17-21. D.C.M. HEBER.

1

ERUSALEM, Jerusalem!
Enthroned once on high,

Thou favoured home of God on earth,
Thou heaven below the sky;
Now brought to bondage with thy sons,
A curse and grief to see,
Jerusalem, Jerusalem!

Our tears shall flow for thee.

2 Oh! had'st thou known thy day of grace,
And flocked beneath the wing
Of Him who called thee lovingly,
Thine own anointed King.
Then had the tribes of all the world
Gone up thy pomp to see,
And glory dwelt within thy gates,
And all thy sons been free.

3 "And who art thou that mournest me?" Jerusalem may say,

"And fear'st not rather that thyself
May prove a cast-away?

I am a dried and abject branch,
My place is given to thee;
But woe to every barren graft
Of thy wild olive tree!

4 "Our day of grace is sunk in night,
Our time of mercy spent,

For heavy was my children's crime,
And strange their punishment;

Yet gaze not idly on our fall,

But, sinner, warned be;

Who spared not His chosen seed,
May send His wrath on thee!

5 "Our day of grace is sunk in night,
Thy noon is in its prime;

Oh, turn and seek thy Saviour's face
In this accepted time.
So, Gentile, may Jerusalem

A lesson prove to thee,
And in the new Jerusalem
Thy home for ever be.'

856

1

FUNEREAL.

John xi. 25, 26.

C. M.

E that put on the heavenly crown,
And sing with seraphim;

Brethren in glory, bend ye down,

And aid our faltering hymn.

2 Come let us praise the one Great Head,
The self-same Power to save;
Ye, who in bliss are perfected,-
And we, beside the grave.

3 Glory to Him who tasted death,
That all might life receive!

In Him who hath a steadfast faith,
Though he were dead, shall live.

4 Glory to Him who won the strife,
And is gone up on high!

The Resurrection and the Life-
In whom we never die !

5 Glory from us, who think Him long,
And for His coming wait;

And glory, from your palmy throng,
Within the pearly gate.

6 When wilt Thou be at once adored
By one church, in one home?
Hasten the time; delay not, Lord;
Lord Jesus, quickly come.

857

Eph. iii. 15.

C. M.

1 YIVE dust to dust; and here we leave The earthly seed to die;

That so this mortal may receive
Its immortality.

2 Spirit to spirits purified;

And his hath soared on high,
Hath joined the members glorified-
The brethren in the sky.

3 Saviour, Thy love unites us all,
The living and the dead;
"Tis but one body mystical,
And but one glorious Head.
4 Keep us in fellowship of soul

With the dear saint that's gone;
Make us in worship, service, love,
Like those before the throne.

5 And now to Him who conquered death,
United praise be given;

Amidst the parting tears of earth,
The welcome-palms of heaven.

858

1

E

1 Cor. xv. 42-44.

Y principalities and powers

That never tasted death,

C. M.

Witness from off your heavenly towers
Our act of Christian faith.

2 Though tears will fall and hearts are stirr'd,
We know in whom we trust;
And confident in His sure word,
We bear the "dust to dust."

3 We sow this seed in earth to die
In the great Master's name,
Type of decay and vanity,
In weakness and in shame.

4 It shall arise a holy shrine
Of glory, beauty, might,
Fit for a spirit made divine;
All purity, all light.

5 Thanks be to God, there is no death
For all that trust His word.

Thanks be to God, for victory,
Through Jesus Christ, our Lord.

859

1 Thess. iv. 13.

P.M.

1

HEBER.

THOU

art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee,

Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb:

The Saviour has passed through its portal before thee,

And the lamp of His love is thy guide through the gloom.

2 Thou art gone to the grave, we no longer behold thee,

Nor tread the rough path of the world by thy side;

But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee,

And sinners may hope, since the Sinless has died.

3 Thou art gone to the grave, and, its mansion forsaking,

Perhaps thy weak spirit in fear lingered long:

But the sunshine of Paradise beamed on thy waking,

And the sound which thou heard'st was the seraphim's song.