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My flesh shall slumber in the ground,
HE Son of God goes forth to war,
A kingly crown to gain ;
Who follows in His train ?
Who best can drink his
cup Triumphant over pain; Who patient bears his cross below,
He follows in His train!
The martyr first, whose eagle eye,
Could pierce beyond the grave; Who saw his Master in the sky,
And called on Him to save.
Like Him, with pardon on his tongue,
In midst of mortal pain ;
Who follows in His train?
A glorious band, the chosen few,
On whom the Spirit came ; Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew,
And mock'd the cross and flame.
They met the tyrant's brandish'd steel,
The lion's gory mane ;
Who follows in their train ?
A noble army - men and boys,
The matron and the maid Around the Saviour's throne rejoice,
In robes of light array'd.
They climbed the steep ascent of Heaven,
Through peril, toil, and pain !
HY own musician, Lord, inspire,
Repeat the Psalmist's part !
So shall I charm the listening throng,
By Jesus's tuneful name.
ERUSALEM! Jerusalem! enthroned
once on high, Thou favour'd home of God on earth,
thou heaven below the sky! Now brought to bondage with thy
fons, a curse and grief to see, Jerusalem! Jerusalem! our tears shall flow for thee.
Oh, hadst thou known thy day of grace, and Alock'd
beneath the wing Of Him who call’d 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 fons “ And who art thou that mournest me?” replied the
“ And fear'ft not rather that thyself may prove a caft
away? I am a dried and abject branch, my place is given to
But woe to every barren graft of thy wild olive-tree !
“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, finner, warned be, Who spared not His chosen seed may send His wrath
“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!"
JARK! ten thousand thousand voices
Sing the Song of Jubilee ;
Broke her long captivity.
Hail! Emmanuel, Great Deliverer! Hail ! Emmanuel, praise to Thee! Now the theme, in pealing thunders,
Through the Universe is rung ; Now in gentler tones the wonders
Of redeeming grace are sung.
Wider now and louder rising,
Hark the Conqueror's praise again !
To His name let praise arise —
Joins the Chorus of the Skies.
Then in loftier, sweeter numbers
We shall sing Emmanuel's praise, Freed from all that now encumbers,
Nobler songs our voices raise.