| W. Garrett Horder, comp. The Poets’ Bible: New Testament. 1895. | | | | Jerusalem | | Thomas Toke Lynch (1818–1871) |
| | | SEE, bannered armies hem | |
| The favoured city round; | |
| Vain are thy towers, Jerusalem; | |
| False art thou found: | |
| With hills divinely girt | 5 |
| And massive walls of stone, | |
| Impregnable to others’ hurt | |
| Lost by thine own. | |
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| Thy Temple, like a gem, | |
| Adorns thee, faithless bride; | 10 |
| Thy God, O fair Jerusalem, | |
| Hath left thy side: | |
| Ah, happy one and blest, | |
| A golden-feathered dove, | |
| When like the jewel on thy breast, | 15 |
| Shone forth thy love. | |
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| A fruitless, fallen stem, | |
| Low on the miry earth | |
| Lies beautiful Jerusalem, | |
| Spoiled of her worth; | 20 |
| Fire through her branches runs,— | |
| Consume her! she hath sinned; | |
| Like ashes now her scattered sons | |
| Fly on the wind. | |
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| My soul lament for them; | 25 |
| Learn from this fatal fall; | |
| For of a new Jerusalem | |
| Sons are we all: | |
| Round us are mightier towers, | |
| A brighter heaven above; | 30 |
| O, be the Lord’s, as He is ours, | |
| In faithful love. | | | | |
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