“What injustice have your fathers found in Me,
That they have gone far from Me,
Have followed idols,
And have become idolaters?
Neither did they say, ‘Where is the Lord,
Who brought us up out of the land of Egypt,
Who led us through the wilderness,
Through a land of deserts and pits,
Through a land of drought and the shadow of death,
Through a land that no one crossed
And where no one dwelt?’
I brought you into a bountiful country,
To eat its fruit and its goodness.
Hymn: TLH 419 :
O’er Jerusalem Thou Weepest
1. O’er Jerusalem Thou weepest
In compassion, dearest Lord.
Love divine, of love the deepest,
O’er Thine erring Israel poured,
Crieth out in bitter moan:
“O loved city, hadst thou known
This thy day of visitation,
Thou wouldst not reject salvation.”
2. By the love Thy tears are telling,
O Thou Lamb for sinners slain,
Make my heart Thy temple-dwelling,
Purged from every guilty stain.
Oh, forgive, forgive, my sin!
Cleanse me, cleanse me, Lord, within!
I am Thine since Thou hast sought me,
Since Thy precious blood hath bought me.
3. O Thou Lord of my salvation,
Grant my soul Thy blood-bought peace.
By Thy tears of lamentation
Bid my faith and love increase.
Grant me grace to love Thy Word,
Grace to keep the message heard,
Grace to own Thee as my Treasure,
Grace to love Thee without measure.