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Holy, Holy, Holy !—Thee,
Holy, Holy, Holy !—All
Heaven's completed choir shall sing,
When the ransom'd nations fall
BY THE REV. W. HENDERSON,
HE came the Saviour of mankind,
The sun that lights the contrite mind
But ah! his own received him not,
Suffering and grief severe :
His love, his mercy,—all were scorned, And for his goodness hate returned.
Kings of the earth together joined
Against the Son of God;
Rulers, and Priests, and Scribes combined To shed his guiltless blood:
Oh dreadful guilt!-oh cursed rage!—
Still from his lips no curse had come,
O Zion! once beloved of God,-
Removed is now thy strong defence,
God is no more thy confidence,
His arm no more thy trust;
Since scorned the messenger of love,
Already vengeance hovers near ;-
Has fixed his eagle-standards here,
E'en now it totters to its fall.
Discordant factions in thee burn; Thy sons, with deadly hate, 'Gainst their own friends their fury turn,
And hasten on thy fate:
Thy pavements even now are red
With Jewish blood, by kinsmen shed.
And famine's there with pallid hue;
And the death-flame of lambent blue
Go, wretched, weeping exiles, go!
You have no more a home;
Hope not for comfort 'midst your woeNo comforter shall come :
An outcast race, despised, opprest,
Driven from your land of promised rest.
Where'er you come, you still shall find
The various tribes of earth combined
Contempt, and scorn, and deep disgrace,
The blood of that Just One shall rest
This shall your banishment invest
But yet the eye, which wept to see