. Holy Land, with glimpes of Europe and Egypt. As our moistened eyes took in this lastview of the Holy City, and as its unparalleled events,especially those connected with the closing scenes ofour blessed Saviours mission, came thronging uponour minds, our emotions, my own, at least, are not tobe described. I opened my pocket Bible, and readaloud the forty-eighth Psalm, and from our position wecould readily appreciate the glowing description— Beautiful for situation, the joy of the whole earth, isMount Zion, o?i the sides of the north, the city of theGreat King. Wq could appreciate the strong
. Holy Land, with glimpes of Europe and Egypt. As our moistened eyes took in this lastview of the Holy City, and as its unparalleled events,especially those connected with the closing scenes ofour blessed Saviours mission, came thronging uponour minds, our emotions, my own, at least, are not tobe described. I opened my pocket Bible, and readaloud the forty-eighth Psalm, and from our position wecould readily appreciate the glowing description— Beautiful for situation, the joy of the whole earth, isMount Zion, o?i the sides of the north, the city of theGreat King. Wq could appreciate the strong at-tachment of the captive Israelites to the city of theirsolemnities, and felt like adopting their powerfullyaffectionate and plaintive strains: If I forget thee,O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning ;if I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to theroof of my mouth ; if I prefer not Jerusalem above mychief joy. Thy servants take pleasure in her stones,and favor the dust thereof. We joined our voices insinging these lines;. HEIG-HTS AND PASSES OF BENJAMIN. 319 « The hill of Zion yields A thousand sacred sweets,Before we reach the heavenly fieldsOr walk the golden streets. Then let our songs abound,And every tear be dry ;Were marching through Immanuels groundTo fairer worlds on high. 0 then my spirit faints To reach the land I love,The bright inheritance of saints,Jerusalem above. We then set our faces to the north, and going downthe slope, we saw Jerusalem no more. Farewell, OSacred City ! Thy wonderful history extends throughlong centuries, is crystalized on the immortal pagescf Revelation, and embraces the most exciting, touch-ing, tender and glorious scenes. What a preciousprivilege to have looked upon thy walls, to have en-tered thy gates, to have walked among thy hallowedlocalities—all of which are now as familiar as child-hood scenes, and to be recounted with perpetualpleasure—bright and charming pictures that memorywill hold dear and cherish fore
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