Where are the dews that fed thee
On Elim's barren shore ?-

That fire from heaven, which led thee,
Now lights thy path no more.

2 Lord, thou didst love Jerusalem,-
Once, she was all thine own;
Her love thy fairest heritage,-
Her power, thy glory's throne;
Till evil came, and blighted
Thy long-loved olive-tree,
And Salem's shrines were lighted
To other gods than thee.

3 Then sunk the star of Solyma;
Then passed her glory's ray,
Like heath, that in the wilderness
The wild wind whirls away.
Silent and waste her bowers,
Where once the mighty trod;
And sunk those guilty towers
Where Baal reigned as god.

625

C. M.

MONTGOMERY.

Restoration of Israel.

1 Daughter 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.

626.

C. M.

*T. MOORE.

The Same.

1 O, WHO shall see the glorious day,
When, throned on Zion's brow,
The Lord shall rend the veil away
That 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!

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

Thy days of splendor 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.

627.

7s & 6s M.

*HEBER.

Missionary Hymn.

1 FROM Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand,-
Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand;
From many an ancient river,
From many a palmy plain,—
They call us to deliver

Their land from error's chain.

2 Shall we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high-
Shall we to men benighted
The lamp of life deny?—
Salvation!-0, salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till earth's remotest nation
Has learned Messiah's name.

3 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story;
And you, ye waters, roll,
Till, like a sea of glory,

It spreads from pole to pole;
Till o'er our ransomed nature,
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, Renovator,

Returns in bliss to reign.

628.

8s 7s & 4s M.

COTTERILL:

The Same.

1 O'ER the realms of pagan darkness

Let the eye of pity gaze;

*See the kindred of the people

Lost in sin's bewildering maze;
Darkness brooding

On the face of all the earth.

2 Light of them that sit in darkness!
Rise and shine,-thy blessings bring;
Light to lighten all the Gentiles!
Rise with healing in thy wing;
To thy brightness

Let all kings and nations come.

3 May the heathen, now adoring
Idol-gods of wood and stone,
Come, and, worshipping before him,
Serve the living God alone;
Let thy glory

Fill the earth- as floods, the sea.

4 Thou to whom all power is given, Speak the word-at thy command, Let the company of preachers

Spread thy name from land to land;
Lord, be with them

Alway to the end of time.

629.

S. M.

WATTS.

Shall we sin because Grace abounds?

1 SHALL we go on to sin,
Because thy grace abounds?
Or crucify the Lord again,
And open all his wounds?

2 Forbid it, mighty God!
Nor let it e'er be said,

That we whose sins are crucified,
Should raise them from the dead.

3 We will be slaves no more,
Since Christ has made us free,
Has nailed our tyrants to his cross,
And bought our liberty.

630.

C. M.

WATTS.

The Gospel revealed to Babes.

1 JESUS, the man of constant grief,
A mourner all his days,-
His spirit once rejoiced aloud,
And turned his joy to praise.

2 Father, I thank thy wondrous love,
That hath revealed thy Son

To men unlearned; and unto babes
Hath made thy gospel known.

3 The mysteries of redeeming grace
Are hidden from the wise;

While pride and carnal reasonings join
To swell and blind their eyes.'

4 Thus doth the Lord of heaven and earth
His great decrees fulfil,
And orders all his works of grace
By his own sovereign will.

631.

C. M.

DODDRIDGE.

The perfect Law of Liberty.

1 BEHOLD that wise, that perfect law,

Which noblest freedom gives:

O may it all our souls refine,
And sanctify our lives!