Unheeding all my sins, I cling to Thee! I know that mercy will Thy footstool be: Before I call, oh! do Thou answer me, For nothing dare I claim of Thee, my King! O Thou Who makest guilt to disappear, My help, my hope, my rock, I will not fear; Though Thou the body hold in dungeon drear, The soul has found the palace of the King. MOSES B. NACHMAN. To The Soul O thou, who springest gloriously From thy Creator’s fountain blest, Arise, depart, for this is not thy rest! The way is long, thou must prepared be, Thy Maker bids thee seek thy goal— Return then to thy rest, my soul, For bountifully has God dealt with thee. Behold! I am a stranger here, My days like fleeting shadows seem. When wilt thou, if not now, thy life redeem? And when thou seek’st thy Maker have no fear, For if thou have but purified Thy heart from stain of sin and pride, Thy righteous deeds to Him shall draw thee near. O thou in strength who treadest, learn To know thyself, cast dreams away! The goal is distant far, and short the day. What canst thou plead th’ Almighty’s grace to earn? Would thou the glory of the Lord Behold, O soul? With prompt accord Then to thy Father’s house return, return! JEHUDA HALEVI. Sabbath Hymn Come forth, my friend, the bride to meet, Come, O my friend, the Sabbath greet! “Observe ye” and “remember” still The Sabbath—thus His holy will God in one utterance did proclaim. The Lord is one, and one His name To His renown and praise and fame. Come forth, my friend, the bride to meet, Come, O my friend, the Sabbath greet! Greet we the Sabbath at our door, Well-spring of blessing evermore, With everlasting gladness fraught, Of old ordained, divinely taught, Last in creation, first in thought. Come forth, my friend, the bride to meet, Come, O my friend, the Sabbath greet! Arouse thyself, awake and shine, For, lo! it comes, the light divine. Give forth a song, for over thee The glory of the Lord shall be Revealed in beauty speedily. Come forth, my friend, the bride to meet, Come, O my friend, the Sabbath greet! Crown of thy husband, come in peace, Come, bidding toil and trouble cease. With joy and cheerfulness abide Among thy people true and tried, Thy faithful people—come, O bride! Come forth, my friend, the bride to meet, Come, O my friend, the Sabbath greet! SHELOMO HALEVI. O Sleeper! Wake, Arise! O sleeper! wake, arise! Delusive follies shun, Keep from the ways of men and raise thine eyes To the exalted One. Hasten as haste the starry orbs of gold To serve the Rock of old. O sleeper! rise and call upon thy God!