The sacred mountains . ebrews prayer and sacrifice. From the sea, Lebanon is still glorious tobehold. Rising ten thousand feet in theheavens, it rolls its white and ancient peaksalong the sky, as if it constituted the outerwall of the earth. Running from the north-east to the south-west, it stretches from op-posite Damascus to the plains of Esdraelon,into which it seems to sink. The great land-mark of that country, it stands unwasted bythe ravages of time, a silent witness of thetruth of revelation, and the fulfilment ofprophecy. Nations may be born and die, atits base cities sink and rise, an
The sacred mountains . ebrews prayer and sacrifice. From the sea, Lebanon is still glorious tobehold. Rising ten thousand feet in theheavens, it rolls its white and ancient peaksalong the sky, as if it constituted the outerwall of the earth. Running from the north-east to the south-west, it stretches from op-posite Damascus to the plains of Esdraelon,into which it seems to sink. The great land-mark of that country, it stands unwasted bythe ravages of time, a silent witness of thetruth of revelation, and the fulfilment ofprophecy. Nations may be born and die, atits base cities sink and rise, and the recordsof human history fail; yet so long as theBible remains, Lebanon shall stand as oneof its witnesses—a perpetual memento of de-parted glory. Around its hallowed formrests an atmosphere of beauty, and to the MOUNT LEBANON. 117 end of time the traveller, pausing at its base,shall sigh as he remembers how the poetsof Israel struck their lyres, and the prophetsof God breathed fortJi their numbers in Perhaps there is no name in human his-tory the mention of which awakens so manythrilling associations as that of Zion. It notonly represents the ancient Jewish church,and all that was dear and holy in her, but itis applied to the Christian church at the pres-ent day. Confined to no sect and no clime,and no language; it embraces in its catholici-ty all who love God, binding them in one en-dearing epithet together to the end of time. Zion P there is something sad as well asdelightful in the word, and the heart pausesover it with a sigh half of regret and half ofaffection, for the past, while its mournful his-tory, rises to view. Zion has had tears as
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