The Church exulting in the Government of Jehovah. 1 Ye subjects of the Lord! proclaim The royal honors of his name: "Jehovah reigns!" be all our song. 'T is He, thy God, O Zion, reigns! Prepare thy most harmonious strains Glad hallelujahs to prolong. 2 Tremble, ye pageants of a day, Formed, like your slaves, of brittle clay! Down to the dust your sceptres bend; To everlasting years He reigns, And undiminished state maintains, When kings, and suns, and time shall end. 3 So shall his favored Zion live: In vain confed'rate nations strive Her sacred turrets to destroy; Her Sov'reign sits enthroned above, And endless power and endless love Ensure her safety and her joy. 315. C. M. Montgomery. Restoration of Israel. 1 Daughter of Zion, from the dust Exalt thy fallen head; Again in thy Redeemer trust: He calls thee from the dead. 2 Awake, awake; put on thy strength, Thy beautiful array; The day of freedom dawns at length, The Lord's appointed day. 3 Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge, And send thy heralds forth; Say to the south, "Give up thy charge, And keep not back, O north!" 4 They come, they come;--thine exiled bands. Where'er they rest or roam, Have heard thy voice in distant lands, And hasten to their home. 316. C. M. Moore. The Same. 1 O, who shall see the glorious day, When, throned on Zion's brow, The Lord shall rend the veil away That hides the nations now! When earth no more beneath the fear Of his rebuke shall lie, When pain shall cease, and every tear Be wiped from every eye! 2 Then, Judah, thou no more shalt mourn Beneath the heathen's chain; Thy days of splendor shall return, And all be new again. The fount of life shall then be quaffed In peace by all who come; And every wind that blows, shall waft Some long-lost wand'rer home. 317. L. M. 6l. Pratt's Coll. Prayer for the Jews. 1 Father of faithful Abraham! hear Our earnest suit for Abraham's seed: Justly they claim the fervent prayer From us, adopted in their stead; Who mercy, through their fall, obtain, And Christ, by their rejection, gain. 2 But hast thou finally forsook, Forever cast thine own away? Wilt thou not bid the murderers look On Him they pierced, and weep and pray? Yes! gracious Lord, thy word is past-- "All Israel shall be saved at last." 3 Come, then, thou great Deliverer, come! The veil from Jacob's heart remove: Receive thine ancient people home, That, quickened by thy dying love, In their recovery we may find Life from the dead for all mankind. 318. 7s. & 5s. S. F. Smith. The Missionary Angel.