Hush'd be the ac- cents of
sorrow and mourning; Zion in tri-umph begins her mild reign.
2 Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning,
Long by the prophets of Israel foretold;
Hail to the millions from bondage returning;
Gentiles and Jews the blest vision behold.
3 Lo, in the desert rich flowers are springing;
Streams ever copious are gliding along;
Loud from the mountain-tops echoes are ringing;
Wastes rise in verdure, and mingle in song.
4 See, from all lands, from the isles of the ocean,
Praise to Jehovah ascending on high;
Fallen are the engines of war and commotion;
Shouts of salvation are rending the sky.
Thomas Hastings (1784-1872), 1832
I Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness;
Wake, for thy foes shall oppress thee no more:
Bright o'er thy hills dawns the day-star of gladness;
Rise, for the night of thy sorrow is o'er.
2 Strong were thy foes; but the arm that subdued them,
And scattered their legions, was mightier far:
They fled, like the chaff, from the scourge that pursued them;
Vain were their steeds and their chariots of war.
3 Daughter of Zion, the power that hath saved thee
Extolled with the harp and the timbrel should be;
Shout, for the foe is destroyed that enslaved thee;
Th' oppressor is vanquished, and Zion is free.
Fitzgerald's Collection, 1830
Prayer heard, and Zion restored.
Ps. cii. 13-21.
2 The Lord will raise Jerusalem,
And stand in glory there;
Nations shall bow before His Name,
And kings attend with fear.
3 He sits a Sovereign on His throne,
With pity in His eyes;
He hears the dying prisoners groan,
And sees their sighs arise.
4 He frees the souls condemned to death,
Nor when His saints complain,
Shall it be said, that praying breath
Was ever spent in vain.
Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748), 1719. Ab.
GEORGE KINGSLEY (1811-1884), 1838.
1. Toss'D up- on life's rag-ing bil-low, Sweet it is, O Lord, to know, Thou didst press a sail-or's
night be dark and drear, Thou the faithful watch art keep - ing, "All, all's well," Thy con- stant cheer.
2 When they who to the sea go down,
And in the waters ply their toil,
Are lifted on the surge's crown,
And plunged where seething eddies boil;
3 Rule then, O Lord, the ocean's wrath,
And bind the tempest with Thy will;
Tread, as of old, the water's path, [still."
And speak Thy bidding, "Peace, be
4 And when there shall be sea no more,
Save that of mingled flame and glass,
Where goes no galley sped by oar,
Where gallant ships no longer pass;
5 When dawns the Resurrection morn,
Upon that shore, O Jesus, stand,
And give Thy pilgrims, faint and worn,
Their welcome to the Happy Land.
Rev. Richard Frederick Littledale (1833- ), 1867. Ab.
DOMINE SALVA. 12.
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I WHILE o'er the deep Thy servants sail,
Send Thou, O Lord, the prosperous gale;
And on their hearts, where'er they go,
O let Thy heavenly breezes blow.
2 If on the morning's wings they fly,
They will not pass beyond Thine eye:
The wanderer's prayer Thou bend'st to
And faith exults to know Thee near. [hear
3 When tempests rock the groaning bark,
O hide them safe in Jesus' ark;
When in the tempting port they ride,
O keep them safe at Jesus' side.
4 If life's wide ocean smile or roar,
Still guide them to the heavenly shore; And grant their dust in Christ may sleep, Abroad, at home, or in the deep.
Bp. George Burgess (1809-1866), 1840.
2 O Jesus, once rocked on the breast of the billow, Aroused by the shriek of despair from Thy pillow, Now seated in glory, the poor sinner cherish,
Who cries in his anguish, "Save, Lord, or we perish!"
Bp. Reginald Heber (1783-1826), 1820. Ab. and ah.
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