Great Salem's King, who bids each state In her, ere time begun, High on eternal base upreared, Mother of cities! o'er thy head See peace, with healing wings outspread, How bleft, who calls himself thy friend! And fafety guard his way. Thy walls, remote from hoftile fear, Let me, bleft feat, my name behold In thee for ever dwell. Let Charity my steps attend, My fole companion and my friend! ZUINGER. * Mr. Merrick's tranflation of the Latin verses of Zuinger, and found in Melchior Adamus' work, "Vitæ Germanorum Medicorum." VII. PSALM CXLVIII. I. EGIN, my foul, th' exalted lay, II. Ye fields of light, celeftial plains, Your Maker's wondrous power proclaim; III. Ye angels, catch the thrilling found; His boundless mercy fing; Let ev'ry listening faint above Wake all the tuneful foul of love, And touch the fweeteft ftring. IV. Join, ye loud fpheres, the vocal choir; Thou, dazzling orb of liquid fire, The mighty chorus aid; Soon as grey ev❜ning gilds the plain, Thou, moon, protract the melting strain, And praise Him in the fhade. V. Thou, heav'n of heav'ns, His vast abode; VI. Whate'er a blooming world contains, Ye dragons, found His awful name VII. Let ev'ry element rejoice: Ye thunders, burft with awful voice To Him who bids you roll: And breathe it to the foul. VIII. To Him, ye graceful cedars, bow; Tell, when affrighted nature shook, And trembled at His frown. IX. Ye flocks, that haunt the humble vale, In incenfe to the skies. X. Wake, all ye mountain tribes, and fing; To Him who shaped your finer mould, Who tipped your glittering wings with gold, XI. Let man, by nobler paffion swayed, In heavenly praise employ ; Spread His tremendous name around, Till heaven's broad arch brings back the found, The gen'ral burst of joy. XII. Ye, whom the charms of grandeur please, Nurf'd on the downy lap of ease, Fall proftrate at His throne; |