On Jordan's Banks

On Jordan's banks the Arab's camels stray,

On Sion's hill the False One's votaries pray,

The Baal-adorer bows on Sinai's steep--

Yet there--even there--Oh God! thy thunders sleep:

There--where thy finger scorched the tablet stone!

There--where thy shadow to thy people shone!

Thy glory shrouded in its garb of fire:

Thyself--none living see and not expire!

Oh! in the lightning let thy glance appear;

Sweep from his shivered hand the oppressor's spear!

How long by tyrants shall thy land be trod?

How long thy temple worshipless, Oh God?