A Song of Zion

By W. W. PHELPS

How sweet is the communion 'Tis like a little leaven

Of saints that fear the Lord, The woman hid for good,

And strive, in perfect union, When she, as queen of heaven,

To gain the great reward. In gold of Ophir stood.

'Tis like the oil of Aaron 'Tis like the court of Zion,

Anointing him a priest, Where garments are all white;

Perfumed with rose from Sharon, Who'll reign like Judah's Lion,

And Cassia from the east, In everlasting light.

Tis like the dew of Hermon [Herman?], Their robes alike in beauty,

Where God began to bless, Their hearts and faith agree,

And promised in his sermon They'll ever be on duty

Eternal happiness. Till all their race is free,

'Tis like the precious ointment They'll eat the hidden manna,

That God Almighty had Receive the precious stone,

At Jesus Christ's appointment, And sing the great hosanna

Which made his heart so glad. Where God and Christ are one.