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THE JEWS.
Zion, thy symbols fade,
Cast thy dim types away,
Come forth from ancient Error's shade,
And hail Messiah's day.
Cast thy dim types away,
Come forth from ancient Error's shade,
And hail Messiah's day.
Why haunt with shuddering dread
Red Sinai's penal flame;
When Calvary lifts a peaceful head,
And breathes an angels's claim.
Red Sinai's penal flame;
When Calvary lifts a peaceful head,
And breathes an angels's claim.
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The Prophets are thy care,
The Law is at thy breast,
The Gospel take with grateful prayer,
And Christ shall give thee rest.
The Law is at thy breast,
The Gospel take with grateful prayer,
And Christ shall give thee rest.
No more his love withstand,
No more his spirit grieve,
Thrust in his wounded side thy hand,
And tremble and believe.
No more his spirit grieve,
Thrust in his wounded side thy hand,
And tremble and believe.
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