The crystal fountain, the o'ershadowing thorn, That are entwined with every sympathy To weave my song, and muse upon the hopes A new existence-they are gone, and left How welcome is the grave to one like me, According to my heart-a man indeed Whom thou esteemedst-and that is no small praise. SONGS OF ISRAEL; CONSISTING OF LYRICS, FOUNDED UPON THE HISTORY AND POETRY OF THE HEBREW SCRIPTURES. Scripture That field of promise, how it flings abroad COWPER. SONGS OF ISRAEL. HARP OF ZION. HARP of Zion! pure and holy ! Pride of Judah's eastern land! May a child of guilt and folly Strike thee with a feeble band? May I to my bosom take thee, Trembling from the prophet's touch, And, with throbbing heart, awake thee I have loved thy thrilling numbers Since a little blooming sister Clung with transport round my knee, And my glowing spirit blessed her With a blessing caught from thee.] Mother-sister-both are sleeping Where no heaving hearts respire, While the eve of age is creeping Round the widowed spouse and sire. Harp of Zion! let me borrow OMNIPOTENCE. (ISAIAH, xl. PSALM civ. &c.) How mighty is our Father, Whose throne is in the heaven! Whose footstool is this spacious earth, That sprang immediately to birth When his command was given. He measured out the waters And, as he spread the curtained sky He weighed upon a balance And portioned out the primal clay |