1 High on the bending willows hung,
Israel, still sleeps the tuneful string!
Still mute remains the sullen tongue,
And Sion's song denies to sing!
2 Awake! thy loudest raptures raise;
Let harp and voice unite their strains:
Thy promised King His sceptre sways;
Behold, thy own Messiah reigns.
3 By foreign streams no longer roam,
And, weeping, think on Jordan's flood
In every clime behold a home;
In every temple see thy God.
4 No taunting foes the song require;
No strangers mock thy captive chain;
Thy friends provoke the silent lyre,
And brethren ask the holy strain.
5 Then why, on bending willows hung,
Israel, still sleeps the tuneful string?
Why mute remains the sullen tongue,
And Sion's song delays to sing?
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First Line: | High on the bending willows hung |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1867 |
Topic: | Ordaining Instrumentalities: Missions |