Our Hope In Verse
Pray for the
Ye saints of God most high:
Double hath she received; and now
Redemption draweth nigh.
On that fair spot the eyes of God
Are fixed with jealous care;
It pleased Him well, He hath declared;
“His dwelling place is there.”
On Mount Moriah’s virgin soil,
Abram, God’s favor won:
The Father of the faithful there
Offered his only son.
The patriarch from God, received,
Reward for that noble deed;
The promise of inheritance,
And blessing through his “seed.”
And there again, in after years,
Jesus was crucified:
The precious blood of God’s own Son,
That promise, ratified.
There the God of heaven decreed,
And swore by Self alone;
David should never want a man
To sit upon his throne.
King David’s son built God an house
Of polished stones and gold:
Tradition says, ‘twas on the spot
Where Abram stood of old.
The throne we see long since cast down,
The house no longer stands;
His people scattered far and wide,
Strangers in other lands.
Then what becomes of faith and hope
In such a time as this;
Why hath God given grief and woe
When He had promised bliss?
The answer, friend, a lesson holds
That we should heed to-day:
It was because of unbelief
They’ve fallen by the way.
The people He foreknew?
Oh no, but through their lack of faith,
Salvation comes to you.
“The Son of Righteousness shall rise,
With healing in His beams:”
And through Great David’s Greater Son,
God’s mercy ever gleams.
He shall return and right the wrongs,
Wherewith the nations groan:
With might restore the former wastes;
And set up David’s throne.
No more their God shall mock;
He that scattered will guide and keep,
As shepherd doth his flock.
A blessing then shall be:
The promised seed of Abraham
Shall ride from sea to sea.
All nations shall submit to Him,
All war and strife shall cease;
Shall reign “The Prince of Peace.”
The throne of God most High:
And Gentile nations nigh.
They shall go up, from year to year,
To praise the God of Heav’n;
For all the blessings given.
Ye that call on Jehovah’s name
Oh give your God no rest,
Until He make
The joy of nations blest.
Pray for th’ peace of
She shall no more transgress;
From that day forth her name shall be
The Lord our Righteousness.
From the January, 1907