Memoir and remains of the Rev. James D. Burns ... By the late Rev. James Hamilton [i.e. J. D. Burns] |
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TYRE. |
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TYRE.
Thy waters, Tyre, once hail'd thee queen,
A crown was on thy brow,
On every sea thy ships were seen—
Where is thy glory now?
A crown was on thy brow,
On every sea thy ships were seen—
Where is thy glory now?
Where once thou wast in splendour set,
Thy place is known no more,
And the poor fisher spreads his net
Upon thy silent shore.
Thy place is known no more,
And the poor fisher spreads his net
Upon thy silent shore.
Yet in thy silence we may hear
A warning sent abroad,
And on thy shatter'd rocks see clear
The fingers-marks of God.
A warning sent abroad,
And on thy shatter'd rocks see clear
The fingers-marks of God.
On us has dawn'd a glorious light,
Which never shone on thee;
May we to those who dwell in night
Its willing heralds be.
Which never shone on thee;
May we to those who dwell in night
Its willing heralds be.
May our swift ships of Tarshish bear
The gospel o'er the wave,
Till every land and people hear
That Jesus died to save.
The gospel o'er the wave,
Till every land and people hear
That Jesus died to save.
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