Jubilate

MRS. R. H. KERR.

O, HARP of Israel! mute so long,
I sweep thy rapturous strings:
Thy cadences of praise are mine!
My soul in gladness sings:

For Israel's gracious, loving God
Is mine to-day, indeed!
In Truth, my soul's triumphant song
Is praise—for I am freed!

I'm freed from error, sense, and dross;
'Tis faith's benignant dower:
I'm purified to view the cross,
To see anew its power.

O, Heart of God! So dear, so near!
So vibrant to our needs!
Help us to praise Thee as we should,
In Truth's transcendent deeds!

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