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And Israel Mourned

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Washington, D. C. · Jul 29, 1915

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 92, No. 37.

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And Israel Mourned

By ARTHUR W. SPAULDING

ARTHUR W. SPAULDING
Upon the sweet Sabbatic calm The evil tidings swept; And, hushing every joyful psalm, An orphaned people wept. Alas, that human lips must tell The somber message dread: “O Israel! O Israel! Thy godly seer is dead!”
Long, long the tale of freighted years That marked the judge’s seat, From Shiloh’s mingled hopes and fears To Ramah’s counsel sweet. The chorus of their graces swell The lamentation sore: “O Israel! O Israel! Thy prophet speaks no more!”
What hand hath not that guidance felt, Or sore-pressed heart that touch, When wayward life its impulse dealt And sorrow overmuch? What tender memories compel That saddened, low refrain: “O Israel! O Israel! Thy messenger is slain!”
But hush, thou Jacob, feeble, faint, Beset by traitor foe; Take thee a pean for thy plaint, A kingdom for thy blow. With seer and prophet all is well. Loud let the heavens ring: “O Israel! O Israel! Prepare to meet thy King!”
Hendersonville, N. C.