To give them fongs for fighing,
Their darknefs turn to light;
Whofe fouls, in mifery dying,
Were precious in His fight.

By fuch fhall he be feared,
While fun and moon endure,
Beloved, adored, revered,

For he fhall judge the poor, Through changing generations, With juftice, mercy, truth, While ftars maintain their stations, And moons renew their youth.

He fhall 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 defert ranger

To Him fhall bow the knee;

The Ethiopian stranger,

His glory come to fee:

With offerings of devotion,

Ships from the isles shall meet

To pour the wealth of ocean

In tribute at His feet.

Kings fhall fall down before Him,
And gold and incenfe bring;
All nations fhall adore him,

His praise all people fing:
For He fhall have dominion

O'er river, sea, and shore ; Far as the eagle's pinion,

Or dove's light wing can foar.

For Him fhall prayer unceafing,
And daily vows afcend;
His kingdom ftill increafing,
A kingdom without end:
The mountain-dews fhall nourish
A feed in weakness fown,
Whose fruit shall spread and flourish,
And shake like Lebanon.

O'er every foe victorious,

He on His throne shall reft, From age to age more glorious, All-bleffing and all-bleft: The tide of time shall never

His covenant remove;

His name fhall ftand for ever,

His name what is it?

Love.
JAMES MONTGOMERY.

E

VI.

PSALM CXXII.

HAT joy, while thus I view the day,
That warns my thirsting soul away,
What tranfports fill my breaft!
For, lo! my great Redeemer's power
Unfolds the everlasting door,

And leads me to His Reft.

The festal morn, my God, is come,
That calls me to the hallowed dome,
Thy prefence to adore ;

My feet the fummons fhall attend,
With willing steps thy courts afcend,
And tread th' ethereal floor.

E'en now to my expecting eyes
The heaven-built towers of Salem rife;
E'en now, with glad furvey,

I view her manfions that contain
Th' angelic forms, an awful train,
And shine with cloudlefs day.

Hither, from earth's remoteft end,
Lo, the redeemed of God afcend,
Their tribute hither bring:

Here, crowned with everlasting joy,
In hymns of praise their tongues employ,
And hail the Immortal King:

Great Salem's King, who bids each state
On her decrees dependent wait;

In her, ere time begun,

High on eternal base upreared,
His hands the regal feat prepared
For Jeffe's favoured Son.

Mother of cities! o'er thy head

See peace, with healing wings outspread,
Delighted fix her stay.

How bleft, who calls himself thy friend!
Succefs his labours fhall attend,

And safety guard his way.

Thy walls, remote from hoftile fear,
Nor the loud voice of tumult hear,
Nor war's wild wastes deplore;
There smiling plenty takes her stand,
And in thy courts with lavish hand
Has poured forth all her store.

Let me, bleft feat, my name behold
Among thy citizens enroll'd,

In thee for ever dwell.

Let Charity my steps attend,
My fole companion and my friend!
And Faith and Hope farewell! *

ZUINGER.

* Mr. Merrick's translation of the Latin verfes of Zuinger, and found in Melchior Adamus' work, "Vitæ Germanorum Medicorum."

VII.

PSALM CXLVIII.

I.

EGIN, my foul, th' exalted lay,
Let each enraptured thought obey,
And praise th' Almighty's name.
Lo! heaven and earth, and feas and skies
In one melodious concert rise,
To fwell th' inspiring theme.

II.

Ye fields of light, celestial plains,
Where gay transporting beauty reigns,
Ye scenes divinely fair,

Your Maker's wondrous power proclaim;
Tell how He formed your shining frame,
And breathed the fluid air.

III.

Ye angels, catch the thrilling found;
While all th' adoring thrones around
His boundless mercy fing;

Let ev'ry listening faint above

Wake all the tuneful foul of love,

And touch the sweetest string.

IV.

Join, ye loud fpheres, the vocal choir;

Thou, dazzling orb of liquid fire,

The mighty chorus aid;