Holy, Holy, Holy !-Thee, Holy, Holy, Holy !—All Heaven's completed choir shall sing, When the ransom'd nations fall JERUSALEM'S DOOM. 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, His love,—his mercy,—all were scorned, 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 And famine's there with pallid hue; And the death-flame of lambent blue Go, wretched, weeping exiles, go! Hope not for comfort 'midst your woe— 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 With heart-appalling dread : Nor, till your stubborn heart receive Your injured Lord, can aught relieve. But yet the eye, which wept to see Thy sacred walls, still weeps o'er thee, |