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Show 142 TtiE LlDEll.TY ».ELl·· It drinks tho rain that Heaven distils, From whence thy eyes will never tW'IL Thy Holy Mountain let roo sec, For there thy House will glorious rise, And bear thy SQrvant's prayer to 'fhco, That Lebanon m•y bless his eyes. Oh deem not thou his prayer denied, For Love with J ustico will combine. Suffice it thee, the Lord replied, From Pisgah look, and life resign. Tbiuk'st thou his fate thy pity claims? With Israel's thousands weep his doom, Or seek in vain his cold remains, To pour thy tribute o'er his tomb. Suffice it thee, God's time is best, His sleep of faith was crowned with graoo, Doubt not he entered into rest, And saw his Saviour face to face. THE l'RAY•:n OF MOSES GRANTED. ThFe l.o .f ty. .m ount' tl Je cedar groves, an Cittes with th . And flower . eJr temples high, y p1ams where J d And fl or an roves ocks new washed , may glad tbc' eye. But follow tb ou the chosen Three, TraA scend tbo lofty . Q mountam's hcight-n. figcrcd there thy S avJ.O ur sec But ere tb ou 'I a·m test at the S.1 gI1 t-, ObWseIr ve t.h at two bcsid h. c Im stand to hear his words, d"I S t"I l as dew, Then 1\foscs saw• the pronu.s ed Land ' And all God's greatness met his v, iew. While p. onderin g o ' er thi.S record old Of ltmcs nnd men long passed , There seemed . . away' some spmt to unfold Its teachings fo r our use to-day. |