The freshness shall wither and fade like the grass;

The flower from its stem the rude whirlwind may sever,

But the word of our God is established for ever!

O Zion, that bringeth good tidings of peace,

Raise thy voice in the song, thy afflictions shall cease;

Arise in thy strength, banish every base fear,

Tell the cities of Judah redemption is near:

He comes! and his works shall his glory reveal;

He comes! his lost children to succour and heal;

In mercy and truth to establish his throne,

That his name to the ends of the earth may be known!

[Pg 61]

[Pg 61]

THE VISION OF

DRY BONES.

EZEKIEL XXXVII.

The Spirit of God with resistless control,

Like a sunbeam, illumined the depths of my soul,

And visions prophetical burst on my sight,

As he carried me forth in the power of his might.

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