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To give them fongs for sighing,
Their darkness turn to light; Whose souls, in misery dying,
Were precious in His fight.
By such shall he be feared,
While sun and moon endure, Beloved, adored, revered,
For he shall judge the poor, Through changing generations,
With justice, mercy, truth, While stars maintain their stations,
And moons renew their youth.
He shall come down like showers
Upon the fruitful earth, And joy and hope like flowers
Spring in his path to birth; Before him, on the mountains,
Shall Peace, the herald go, And righteousness, in fountains,
From hill to valley flow.
Arabia's desert ranger
To Him shall bow the knee ; The Ethiopian ftranger,
His glory come to see : With offerings of devotion,
Ships from the isles shall meet To pour
the wealth of ocean In tribute at His feet.
Kings shall fall down before Him,
And gold and incense bring ; All nations shall adore him,
His praise all people fing: For He shall have dominion
O’er river, sea, and shore ; Far as the eagle's pinion,
Or dove's light wing can soar.
For Him shall prayer unceasing,
And daily vows ascend;
A kingdom without end :
A feed in weakness fown,
And shake like Lebanon.
foe victorious, He on His throne shall rest, From age to age more glorious,
All-blessing and all-bleft:
His covenant remove ;
HAT joy, while thus I view the day,
What transports fill my breaft!
And leads me to His Reft.
The feftal morn, my God, is come,
Thy presence to adore ;
And tread th' ethereal floor.
E'en now to my expecting eyes
E’en now, with glad survey,
And shine with cloudless day.
Hither, from earth's remotest end,
Their tribute hither bring :
And hail the Immortal King :
Great Salem's King, who bids each state
In her, ere time begun,
For Jeffe’s favoured Son.
Mother of cities ! o'er thy head
Delighted fix her stay.
And safety guard his way.
Thy walls, remote from hostile fear,
Nor war's wild wastes deplore ;
Has poured forth all her store.
Let me, bleft seat, my name behold
In thee for ever dwell.
And Faith and Hope farewell! *
* Mr. Merrick's translation of the Latin verses of Zuinger, and found in Melchior Adamus' work, “ Vitæ Germanorum Medicorum."
EGIN, my soul, th' exalted lay,
And praise th' Almighty's name.
In one melodious concert rise,
Ye fields of light, celestial plains,
Ye scenes divinely fair,
And breathed the fluid air.
Ye angels, catch the thrilling sound;
His boundless mercy fing;
And touch the sweetest string.
Join, ye loud spheres, the vocal choir ;
The mighty chorus aid;