XIV.

JEREMIAH AND EZEKIEL—THE YOUNG PROPHETS OF SAD-
NESS AND EXILE.

“Oh that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears!’—feremizah
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“Tf I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning, let my
tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief
joy."—Psalms cxxxvit., 5, 6.

Great is the Lord our God,
And let His praise be great;

He makes His churches His abode,
His most delightful seat.

These temples of His grace,
How beautiful they stand!
The honors of our native place,
And bulwarks of our land.

In Zion God is known,
A refuge in distress,

How bright has His salvation shone,
Through all her palaces!

Oft have our fathers told,
Our eyes have often seen,

How well our God secures the fold
Where His own sheep have been.

In every new distress
We'll to His house repair;
We'll think upon His wondrous grace,
And seek deliverance there.
—Tsaac Watts.

These two great prophets of ancient Israel—Jeremiah
and Ezekiel—were about as widely different in character as
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