O'er Kedron's stream, and Salem's height.
And Olivet's brown steep,
Moves the majestic queen of night,
And throws from heaven her silver light,
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O, Thou from whom all gifts proceed,
A blessing now dispense;
And give us, Lord, with power to plead,
The cause of temperance.
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Faint, bleeding, of his robes bereft,
'Ready to perish' by the way,
'Mid craggy wilds by robbers left,
A lonely Jewish traveller lay.
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Weary travellers are we,
And our word is briefly spoken;
We must lean on charity,
For our 'stay and staff' is broken.
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Shall that old chamber be forgot,
Where first the light divine
Shone on our infant Sunday School,
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Loud o'er thy savage child,
O God, the night-wind roared,
As, houseless, in the wild
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Not with a conqueror's song
Thy courts, O God, we throng,
For battles gained;
No cannon's sulphurous throat,
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O God! I thank thee, that the night
In peace and rest hath passed away,
And that I see in this fair light
My Father's smile, that makes it day.
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We praise thee-if one rescued soul,
While the past year prolonged its flight,
Turned shuddering, from the poisonous bowl,
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O! shun the bowl!-the draught beware,
Whose smile but mocks the lips of men:
When foaming high with waters rare-
O! never touch the goblet then.
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