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While before the deep sea flowed,
On exulting Egypt came,
And her cars on wheels of flame,
Over horse and over car,'
Its meridian radiance then
Then did Israel's maidens sing,
Then did Israel's timbrels ring,
And our timbrels' flashing chords,
Lo against thy people come
Craze the chariot wheels of Rome?
Thy stern anger overthrow?
From sadder than Egyptian woe,
HYMN ON THE FALL OF JERUSALEM.
That secret coming of the Son of Man,
When that Great Husbandman shall wave his Sweeping, like chaff, thy wealth and pomp away : Still to the noontide of that nightless day
Shalt thou thy wonted dissolute course maintain. Along the busy mart and crowded street, The buyer and the seller still shall meet,
And marriage feasts begin their jocund strain :
Eternal, and the thrones of kings,
Where still the bird of pleasure sings;
Go gaze on fallen Jerusalem! Yea, mightier names are in the fatal roll, 'Gainst earth and heaven God's standard is
unfurld, The skies are shriveld like a burning scroll, And the vast common doom ensepulchres the
Oh! who shall then survive?
Oh! who shall stand and live?
When for the round earth hung in air,
In the sky's azure canopy;
Is but a fiery deluge without shore,
Lord of all power, when thou art there alone On thy eternal fiery-wheeled throne,
That in its high meridian noon
Needs not the perish'd sun nor moon; When thou art there in thy presiding state,
Wide-sceptred Monarch o'er the realm of doom;
When from the sea depths, from earth's darkest The dead of all the ages round thee wait; (womb, And when the tribes of wickedness are strewn
Like forest leaves in the autumn of thine ire; Faithful and true! thou still wilt save thine own!
The saints shall dwell within the unharming fire, Each white robe spotless, blooming every palm.
Even safe as we, by this still fountain's side,
So shall the church, thy bright and mystic bride, Sit on the stormy gulf, a halcyon bird of calm,
Yes, ’mid yon angry and destroying signs,
We hail, we bless the covenant of its beam, Almighty to avenge, Almightiest to redeem!
MILMAN. PARAPHRASTIC VERSION OF
PSALM XLVI. Our hope, our strength, our refuge is our God!
On Him reposing—Fear in vain annoys ;Though from their solid base huge mountains nod,
And earth, unbalanced, lose her central poise. Though Alpine mounds should in the sea be hurl'd,
While Ocean trembles with convulsive roar, Though one vast tempest desolate the world,
Still Faith may anchor on a tranquil shore.
Can do the city of our God no ill :-
Smiles at the storm that baffles human skill. Though heathen nations in their strength rejoice,
And all the terrors of the earth array; Let but our God uplift bis single voice,
And even Earth herself shall melt away. The God of Jacob is our only God!
The Lord of Hosts is our Almighty Lord ! Fear then the wrath of his destroying rod,
And dread the vengeance of his twoedged sword. Legions of warriors, in their proud career,
He checks,—and makes them fearfully retire; He snaps in sunder the uplifted spear,
And wraps their chariots in consuming fire. With silent reverence, then, obey his nod;
And let the heathen world exulting own The God of Jacob is the only God! The Lord of Hosts must be the Lord alone!