976. P. M. Moore. Fall of Israel.

1 Fallen is thy throne, O Israel! --
Silence is on all thy plains, --
Thy dwellings all lie desolate, --
Thy children weep in chains.
Where are the dews that fed thee
On Ethan's barren shore?
That fire from heaven that led thee
Now lights thy path no more!

2 Lord, thou didst love Jerusalem!
Once she was all thy own!
Her love thy fairest heritage,
Her power thy glory's throne;
Till evil came and blighted
Thy long-loved olive tree,
And Salem's shrines were lighted
For other gods than thee.

3 Then sunk the star of Solyma,
Then passed her glory's day,
Like heath that in the wilderness
The wild wind whirls away.
Silent and waste her bowers,
Where once the mighty trod;
And sunk those guilty towers,
Where Baal reigned as God.