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And hark! amid the flashing fire, Mingling with tones of fear and ire, Soft Mercy's undersong - 'Tis Abraham's God who speaks so loud, His people's cries have pierced the cloud, He sees, He sees their wrong;

He is come down to break their chain; Though nevermore on Sion's fane His visible ensign wave; 'Tis Sion, wheresoe'er they dwell, Who, with His own true Israel, Shall own Him strong to save.

He shall redeem them one by one, Where'er the world-encircling sun Shall see them meekly kneel: All that He asks on Israel's part, Is only that the captive heart Its woe and burthen feel.

Gentiles! with fixed yet awful eye Turn ye this page of mystery, Nor slight the warning sound: "Put off thy shoes from off thy feet - The place where man his God shall meet,  Be sure, is holy ground."


 * And He answered and said unto them, I tell you that, if these should hold their peace, the stones would immediately cry out. St. Luke xix. 40.

Ye whose hearts are beating high With the pulse of Poesy, Heirs of more than royal race, Framed by Heaven's peculiar grace, God's own work to do on earth, (If the word be not too bold,) Giving virtue a new birth, And a life that ne'er grows old -

Sovereign masters of all hearts! Know ye, who hath set your parts?