A Hebrew Chant
By Rob Morris
Lonely is Sion, cheerless and still,
Shekinah has left thee, thou desolate Hill
Winds sweep around thee, familiar their tone,
But trumpet, timbrel, song are gone.
Joyous was Sion on that glorious day,
When Israel beheld all thy Temple's display
Heaven sent a token approvingly down,
But temple, altar, cloud are gone.
Foemen of Sion uplifted the spear,
The brand to thy Temple, the chains to each frere
Pilgrims and strangers, thy children yet mourn,
But foemen, fetter, brand are gone.
Spirit of Sion, oh, hasten the day,
When Israel shall gather in matchless array!
Lord! build Thine altars, Thy people return,
For temple, altar, cloud are gone.
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