| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | “His People” | | Anonymous |
| | | HE set us free— | |
| To bear the yoke— | |
| “Let them serve Me,” | |
| ’Twas thus He spoke. | |
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| He called us “Mine,” | 5 |
| Not for desire, | |
| To be call’d Thine | |
| Meant sword and fire, | |
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| And anguish sharp— | |
| In ev’ry land | 10 |
| The exile’s harp | |
| Forgot his hand. | |
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| They reap’d their own; | |
| God’s Acre ours! | |
| On graves alone, | 15 |
| Might we grow flowers. | |
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| But oh! worth while, | |
| Strong love divine | |
| Outcast, or vile— | |
| To be call’d Thine. | 20 |
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| To feel Thy love | |
| Like shepherding— | |
| Like brooding dove, | |
| Like eagle’s wing! | |
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| As mothers speak | 25 |
| To sons distrest, | |
| The sore and weak | |
| Thou comfortest. | |
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| Oh! worth the cost, | |
| And welcome pain! | 30 |
| World’s love well lost | |
| Thy love to gain. | |
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| We will serve Thee, | |
| As Jacob swore, | |
| “This God shall be | 35 |
| Mine evermore!” | |
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| His oath we swear, | |
| His blessing take; | |
| Thy yoke we bear | |
| For Thy name’s sake! | 40 | | | |
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