Jerusalem Jerusalem

Jerusalem! Jerusalem! the blessing lingers yet

On the city of the chosen, where the Sabbath seal was set

And though her sons are scattered, and her daughters weep apart,

While desolation, like a pall, weighs down each faithful heart;

As the plain beside the waters, as the cedar on the hills,

She shall rise in strength and beauty when the Lord Jehovah wills:

He has promised her protection, and the holy pledge ~is good,

Tis whispered through the olive groves, and murmured by the flood,

As in the Sabbath stillness the Jordan's flow is heard,

And by the Sabbath breezes the hoary trees are stirred.

             --Mrs. Hale, in "The Rhyme of Life