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GOOD TIDINGS TO ZION

Isaiah lii. 7

On the mountain's top appearing,
Lo, the sacred herald stands,
Welcome news to Zion bearing,
Zion, long in hostile lands:
Mourning captive,

God Himself will loose thy bands.

Has thy night been long and mournful?
Have thy friends unfaithful proved?
Have thy foes been proud and scornful,
By thy sighs and tears unmoved?
Cease thy mourning;

Zion still is well-beloved.

God, thy God will now restore thee;
He Himself appears thy Friend;

All thy foes shall flee before thee;
Here their boasts and triumphs end:
Great deliverance

Zion's King vouchsafes to send.

Enemies no more shall trouble;

All thy wrongs shall be redressed; For thy shame thou shalt have double, In thy Maker's favor blest;

All thy conflicts

End in everlasting rest.

THOMAS KELLEY

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HABAKKUK'S PRAYER

Habakkuk iii. 17-18

Yet though the fig-tree should no burden bear,
Though vines delude the promise of the year;
Yet though the olive should not yield her oil,
Nor the parch'd glebe reward the peasant's toil;
Though the tired ox beneath his labors fall,
And herds in millions perish from the stall;
Yet shall my grateful strings

Forever praise Thy name;

Forever Thee proclaim

The everlasting God, the mighty King of kings.

WILLIAM BROOME

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HYMN OF PRAISE

Habakkuk iii. 17-18

Praise to God, immortal praise,
For the love that crowns our days;
Bounteous source of every joy!
Let Thy praise our tongues employ.

For the blessings of the field;
For the stores the gardens yield;
For the vine's exalted juice;
For the generous olive's use;

Flocks that whiten all the plain;
Yellow sheaves of ripened grain;

Clouds that drop their freshening dews;
Suns that temperate warmth diffuse;

All that Spring with bounteous hand
Scatters o'er the smiling land;
All that liberal Autumn pours
From her rich o'erflowing stores;
These to Thee, our God! we owe,
Source whence all our blessings flow;
And for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.

Yet should rising whirlwinds tear
From its stem the ripening ear;
Should the fig-tree's blasted shoot
Drop her green, untimely fruit;
Should the vine put forth no more,
Nor the olive yield her store;

Though the sickening flocks should fall,
And the herds desert the stall;

Should Thine altered hand restrain

Vernal showers and latter rain;
Blast each opening bud of joy,
And the rising crops destroy;

Still to Thee our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise;
And, when every blessing's flown,
Love Thee for Thyself alone.

ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD

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RUTH'S ANSWER TO NAOMI

Ruth i. 16-17

Entreat me not, I must not hear,
Mark but this sorrow-beaming tear;
Thy answer's written deeply now
On this warm cheek and clouded brow;
'Tis gleaming o'er this eye of sadness,
Which only near thee sparkles gladness.

The hearts most dear to us are gone,
And thou and I are left alone;
Where'er thou wanderest, I will go;
I'll follow thee through joy or woe;
Should'st thou to other countries fly,
Where'er thou lodgest, there will I.

Thy people shall my people be,
And to thy God I'll bend the knee;
Whither thou fliest, will I fly,
And where thou diest, I will die;
And the same sod which pillows thee
Shall freshly, sweetly bloom for me.

LUCRETIA DAVIDSON

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BELSHAZZAR'S FEAST

It is night. and, save the

Daniel v

Nature has bowed to the inevitable, low moaning of the far-off sea, the lisping leaves awakened by the night-breezes, and perhaps an occasional gurgling of the gliding Euphrates, all is hushed and still.

But what of man? Behold! from the towering domes of the city of Babylon, myriads of lights gleam and flash defiance to the darkness and to the watchful stars, which so lovingly bend over all. The hum and quiver of excitement prevail in every dwelling, but in the royal palace are gathered the proudest of the proud, the gayest of the gay, the lords of the land. All the pomp and splendor, all the wealth and the luxuries that lands e'er produced are lavished upon them. Can words paint the grandeur of the scene? High on the throne, in jewelled robes, King Belshazzar reigns, while brawny slaves bow in his presence in trembling adoration. Gorgeously apparelled lords are grouped around him, while before them all the bounties of the earth are spread. The rich perfume of spices mingles with that of rare flowers. Wave upon wave of thrilling music echoes and re-echoes in that massive hall and swells far out into the night. It is King Belshazzar's midnight feast.

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