1. On, o'er the waste, Jeshurun!
Thy Help rides on the sky;
On, when thy hope seems farthest,
Sure that thy Lord is nigh.
Sure of the sacred fountain,
The mystic corn and vine;
On through thy "days," Jeshurun,
There is no God like thine.
2. All things the sun makes precious!
All fulness 'neath the moon;
The buds and blooms of morning,
The fair fruits of the noon;
All chief things of the mountains,
All wealth of shade or shine;
These are for thee, Jeshurun,
There is no God like thine.
3. He is the shrine about thee,
His arms beneath thee spread;
His Excellence and Glory
The shield above thine head;
What tempests rave around thee,
What foes and fears combine—
Still thou art safe, Jeshurun,
There is no God like thine.
4. Bethink thee how from Sinai
His Law was seen as flame;
How, as He shone from Paran,
His saints in thousands came:
How these are thine ensample,[2]
Of fear and love the sign—
On then, in love, Jeshurun,
There is no God like thine.
5. Thine is sweet Hope made perfect;
On thee her ends have come;
Of all her silvern shinings
Thine is the golden sum;
The Church the vesture human
Wears now the robe Divine!
On through the years, Jeshurun,
There is no God like thine.
6. O Israel of Jesus,
O happy in thy King!
His Righteousness thy surety,
His Peace thy covering,
His Grace thy Fount of cleansing,
Thy food, His Bread and Wine—
On to the end, Jeshurun,
There is no God but thine. Amen.
[2] Cf. I Cor. x. 1-12. From this passage it is clear that a warning, as well as an encouragement, is part of the admonition to the Israel of God.