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C. M. Bp. HEBER,

A Vision of Jerusalem. 1 JERUSALEM, 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 badst 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?' replied the ruin

gray, . And fearest not rather that thyself may prove a castaway? I am a dried and abject branch, my place is given to thee;

But wo 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 pun

ishment; 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 !

I cannot bear thine absence, Lord,
I praised the earth in beauty seen,
It is the Lord our Father's hand,
I waited patient for the Lord,

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Jerusalem, Jerusalem, enthroned once on high,

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O for an overcoming faith,
O from the world's vile slavery,
Oft as I look upon the road,
O God, I thank thee that the night,
O God! my God, my all thou art,
Oh God, my sins are manifold,
O God of yonder starry frame,
O King of earth, and air, and sea,
Oh Lord, turn not thy face away,
Once more, my soul, the rising day,
O that thy statutes, every hour,
O thou, by long experience tried,
Oh thou, who bid'st these ocean streams,
O thou, whose wise, paternal love,
0, when the hours of life are past,

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Peace be to this habitation,

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The Almighty reigns exalted high,
The earth is the Lord's, and all it contains,
Thee will I love, my strength, my tower,
The God of glory walks his round,
The lands that long in darkness lay,
The Lord of glory is my light,
There was joy in heaven,
The stars are shining over head,
The thing my God doth hate,
Thus saith the first, the great command,
'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze,
To thee let my first offerings rise,
To thee, O God, my prayer ascends,
To thy temple I repair,

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Up to the fields where angels lie,

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When power divine in mortal form,
When quiet in my house I sit,
When restless on my bed I lie,
When Spring unlocks the flowers,
Where shall the child of sorrow find,
While I keep silence and conceal,
While men grow bold in wicked ways,
Your harps, ye trembling saints,

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