Text: | Oh, why should Israel's sons, once blest |
Author: | Joyce |
1 Oh, why should Israel's sons, once blest,
Still roam the scorning world around,
Disowned of heaven, by man oppressed,
Outcasts from Zion's hallowed ground?
2 O God of Israel! view their race;
Back to thy fold the wanderers bring;
Teach them to seek thy slighted grace,
To hail in Christ their promised King.
3 The vail of darkness rend in twain,
Which hides their Shiloh's glorious light:
The severed olive-branch again
Back to its parent stock unite.
4 Haste, glorious day! expected long,
When Jew and Greek one prayer shall raise,
With eager feet one temple throng,
One God with grateful rapture praise.
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First Line: | Oh, why should Israel's sons, once blest |
Author: | Joyce |
Meter: | L. M. |
Publication Date: | 1873 |
Topic: | The Christian Church: Missionary; The Jews |