Burst the bars of Satan’s prison:
Snatch the firebrand from the flame,
Fill the doubting with assurance:
Teach the dumb to sing His name!
XLIV.
ZION ASLEEP.
O that now mine eyes were fountains,
That I night and day might weep,
To see Zion in the desert,
On her journey gone asleep.
In its sin the wide world lying,