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How Desolate Thy Fields and Vales, a hymn for Sukkot by Penina Moïse (Ḳ.Ḳ. Beth Elohim 1842)

https://opensiddur.org/?p=40422 How Desolate Thy Fields and Vales, a hymn for Sukkot by Penina Moïse (Ḳ.Ḳ. Beth Elohim 1842) 2021-11-03 20:27:46 "How desolate thy fields and vales," by Penina Moïse, published in 1842, appears under the subject "Tabernacles (Sucote)" as Hymn 64 in <em><a href="/?p=39305">Hymns Written for the Service of the Hebrew Congregation Beth Elohim, South Carolina</a></em> (Penina Moïse et al., Ḳ.Ḳ. Beth Elohim, 1842), pp. 66-67. Text the Open Siddur Project Aharon N. Varady (transcription) Aharon N. Varady (transcription) Ḳahal Ḳadosh Beth Elohim (Charleston, South Carolina) Penina Moïse https://opensiddur.org/copyright-policy/ Aharon N. Varady (transcription) https://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0/ Sukkot 19th century C.E. 57th century A.M. English vernacular prayer South Carolina hymns ABAB rhyming scheme
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How desolate thy fields and vales,
Oh! Palestine, once fair and free;
No reaper-train the harvest hails,
With hymns to Israel’s Deity.
The torch hath been upon thy sheaf,
The brand upon thy fruitful vine;
And thou art like a withered leaf,
Hurled to the dust by wrath divine.
No more upon thy blighted soil
The tents of all the tribes arise;
Thou art indeed a prey and spoil
Thy crown and sceptre Ishmael’s prize.
Dear to the Hebrew’s mem’ry still,
Is Zion, even in her fall;
Fain would he tread her holy hill,
And worship in her sacred wall.
Afar, we Tabernacles rear,
And seek a righteous substitute,
In grateful praise, and godly prayer,
For offerings of grain and fruit.
Myrtles and willows we entwine,
And palm, and fairer citron bring;
Creations of one hand divine,
From which all nature’s blessings spring.
And as we thus together place,
Inodorous and fragrant boughs,
So mingle too the human race,
Whom God with diverse gifts endows.
Our habitations we forsake,
For booths, whose open roofs reveal
That heaven, to whose Lord we make
Our first address and last appeal.
Such change the pious soul prepares,
For final passage to the grave;
Whence it may reach immortal spheres,
Where saints the palm of glory wave!
Oh! thou whose presence glorified
Our pilgrim-fathers’ desert-tents;
Let truth be now our angel-guide,
And light to Israel dispense!

“How desolate thy fields and vales,” by Penina Moïse, published in 1842, appears under the subject “Tabernacles (Sucote)” as Hymn 64 in Hymns Written for the Service of the Hebrew Congregation Beth Elohim, South Carolina (Penina Moïse et al., Ḳ.Ḳ. Beth Elohim, 1842), pp. 66-67. –Aharon Varady

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