Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917.
By AnonymousRude Are the Tabernacles Now
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Of Israel’s scattered band;
Still to the East the faithful bow,
And bless their fatherland.
Oh! save us, we beseech Thee, Lord!
Through every chance and change adored.
Whose consecrated dust
Once bore the hallowed ark and shrine
Of Judah’s only trust;
We mourn to mark the stranger there,
Who only mocks the Hebrew’s prayer.
Of self-delusion lie!
Arise! or ye may live to weep
The time now passing by.
Save us, O Everlasting Lord!
Thy aid against remorse afford!
And in our bosoms lock
Precepts, that humble hearts shall draw
Towards salvation’s rock;
Praises to Heaven’s Supreme Lord,
Who did this sovereign gift accord!