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 Given to His Sire, our souls to heal, Although it cost His death.

They to His Church of old, To each true Jewish heart, In Gospel graces manifold Communion blest impart.

Now of Thy love we deem As of an ocean vast, Mounting in tides against the stream Of ages gone and past.

Both theirs and ours Thou art, As we and they are Thine; Kings, Prophets, Patriarchs—all have part Along the sacred line.

By blood and water too God's mark is set on Thee, That in Thee every faithful view Both covenants might see.

O bond of union, dear And strong as is Thy grace! Saints, parted by a thousand year, May thus in heart embrace.

Is there a mourner true, Who fallen on faithless days, Sighs for the heart-consoling view Of those Heaven deigned to praise?

In spirit may'st thou meet With faithful Abraham here, Whom soon in Eden thou shalt greet A nursing Father dear.

Would'st thou a poet be? And would thy dull heart fain Borrow of Israel's minstrelsy One high enraptured strain?

Come here thy soul to tune, Here set thy feeble chant, Here, if at all beneath the moon, Is holy David's haunt.