Behold, oh Lord! the Heathen tread And now the wild boar comes to waste No! by the marvels of thine hand, On the margin of the flood With lifted rod the Prophet stood; The gathered waves, that took their stand, Like crystal rocks, on either hand, Or walls of sea-green marble piled Then the light of morning lay With her chosen horsemen prancing, In a rich and boastful ring All around her furious king. But the Lord from out his cloud, The Lord looked down upon the proud; And the host drove heavily Down the deep bosom of the sea. With a quick and sudden swell Prone the liquid ramparts fell; Over Pharaoh's crown of gold, The loud thundering billows rolled. As the level waters spread Down they sunk, they sunk like ead, Down without a cry or groan. And the morning sun that shone On myriads of bright-armed men, Cast on a wide sea, heaving, as of yore, Then did Israel's maidens sing, Then did Israel's timbrels ring, To him, the King of Kings! that in the sea, Craze the chariot wheels of Rome? In this wide world the fondest and the best Crabb. HYMN OF NATURE. BY PEABODY. GOD of the earth's extended plain! God of the dark and heavy deep! The waves lie sleeping on the sands, God of the forest's solemn shade! When, side by side, their ranks they form, God of the light and viewless air! The fierce and wintry tempests blow; God of the fair and open sky! How gloriously above us springs The tented dome of heavenly blue, Suspended on the rainbow's rings! Each brilliant star that sparkles through, Each gilded cloud, that wanders free In evening's purple radiance, gives The beauty of its praise to thee. God of the rolling orbs above! Thy name is written clearly bright And every spark that walks alone God of the world! the hour must come, |