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No. IV.
By Mrs. R. Hyneman.
Sounds of joy, that once in
each loved dwelling
Of Judah’s blooming land, awoke the heart,
No longer now upon the air are swelling,
But tears instead from
Judah’s children
start.
Ah! whence this anguish? why
this gloom and sorrow?
Have her deep sins precluded hope of peace?
Will not her sun arise upon the morrow,
And the loud wailing of her children cease?
Her sins were many; are they
not forgiven?
She hath bewailed them long with bitter tears;
Arise! shine forth, thou glorious light of heaven,
Receive thy loved one and dispel her fears.
Then sounds of joy, that once
in each loved dwelling
Of Judah’s
blooming land, awoke the heart,
Again shall sound, her hope, her gladness telling,
When Heaven shall bid her agony depart.
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