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THE RESTORATION
Baruch, Chapter V
Put off, O fair Salem! thy garments of mourning,
The robe which in days of affliction was thine;
Again in thy strength and thy splendor returning,
Again the pure light of thine altars shall shine.
For a garment around thee,
Be righteousness worn;
Let the gemmed crown of glory
Thy temples adorn.
The robe which in days of affliction was thine;
Again in thy strength and thy splendor returning,
Again the pure light of thine altars shall shine.
For a garment around thee,
Be righteousness worn;
Let the gemmed crown of glory
Thy temples adorn.
Arise, O fair city! the brightness of Heaven
Shall scatter the gloom that envelopes thy name;
To crown all thy honors, to thee shall be given
Mild-spirited peace, and unchangeable fame.
The beams of thy glory
Shall lighten the earth,
And men of all nations
Shall bow to thy worth.
Shall scatter the gloom that envelopes thy name;
To crown all thy honors, to thee shall be given
Mild-spirited peace, and unchangeable fame.
The beams of thy glory
Shall lighten the earth,
And men of all nations
Shall bow to thy worth.
Arise! look around! see thy sons without number,
Enraptured, draw near from the east and the west!
In thy blissful retreat shall the worn spirit slumber,
The mourner rejoice, and the weary find rest.
From hate and oppression
Thy sons shall return;
In the land of the stranger
No longer to mourn.
Enraptured, draw near from the east and the west!
In thy blissful retreat shall the worn spirit slumber,
The mourner rejoice, and the weary find rest.
From hate and oppression
Thy sons shall return;
In the land of the stranger
No longer to mourn.
Each hill shall sink low in the vale it frowned over,
And level the path of thy childhood shall be;
Safe shall they pass, for the arm of Jehovah
Shall screen them from harm as they hasten to thee,
To the home of their fathers,
The weary shall come,
And the foe shall no longer
Compel them to roam.
And level the path of thy childhood shall be;
Safe shall they pass, for the arm of Jehovah
Shall screen them from harm as they hasten to thee,
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The weary shall come,
And the foe shall no longer
Compel them to roam.
Haverhill Gazette, January 27, 1827
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