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Thou didst, О mighty God, exist
Ere time began its race; Before the ample elements
Fill’d up the void of space.
Before the ponderous earthly globe
In fluid air was stay'd;
Their liquid stores display'd,
Ere through the gloom of ancient night
The streaks of light appear'd; Before the grand celestial arch,
Or starry poles, were rear'd,
Before the loud melodious spheres
Their tuneful round begun; Before the shining roads of heaven
Were measur'd by the sun,
Ere, through the empyrean courts,
One ballelujah rung;
Ecstatic anthems sung,
And when the pillars of the world
With sudden ruin break,
Sinks in the mighty wreck,-
Th' astonish's sun roll back,
Their ancient course forsake,
Weep for thine offspring, childless Israel, weep;
Slain on their mountains, strength and beauty lin; Fallen are the mighty, to her native steep
As turns the wounded antelope to die.
Oh, let not Ascalon our grief proclaim,
Nor Gath the burden of our sorrow know; Lest their proud daughters glory in our shame,
And misbelieving triumph mock our woe.
No sheaves of offering in thy valleys swell,
No dews, Gilboa, fertilize thy field!
Where hands anointed cast away their sbield!
From Saul how keenly flash'd the lifted blade!
How strong the bow from Jonathan recoil'd! Their arms the warrior's boldest breast dismay'd,
The proud discomfited, the wealthy spoil'd. One in their lives where fame and friendship led,
One undivided couch in death they find. Foil'd by their prowess, cowering lions fled,
And toil-worn eagles flagg’d their speed behind. Weep ye for Saul, whose bounteous hand, and brave,
On beauty lavish'd spoils which valour gain'd. Daughters of Israel, weep for him who gave
Gold wrought with jewels, vests with purple stain'd! Fall'n are the mighty! War has reard their tomb;
On his own mountains Jonathan is slain: What pangs, my brother, waken at thy doom!
Thine heart, how loving, how beloved again! For me thy friendship burn'd with purer flame,
Than glows the bridal bosom for her lord !Fallen are the mighty! Israel mourn thy shame;
War's spear is shatter'd-blunted is his sword !
A PSALM OF PRAISE TO OUR REDEEMER; ESPECIALLY FOR THE LORD'S DAY.
THE FIRST PART.
His glorious praise proclaim:
And bless bis holy name.
Forget not all bis benefits;
But bless the Lord, my soul. Who all thy trespasses remits,
And makes thee sound and whole.
Who did redeem and set thee free,
From death's infernal place! With loving kindness crowneth thee,
And with his tender grace. As far as is the sun's uprise
In distance from its fall; So far our great iniquities
He sep’rates from us all.
Behold what wondrous love on us
The Father hath bestow'd!
And call'd the sons of God.
Better than length of days, And preciouser than life itself;
My lips shall speak thy praise.
Thus will I bless thee all my days,
And celebrate thy fame;
In thy most holy name.
My thankful sonl shall be ; My mouth shall join with joyful lips
In giving praise to thee.
For whom have I in Heaven but thee?
Nor is there any one
Besides thyself alone;
My flesh consum'd, my heart as broke,
I feel do fail me sore; But God's my heart's unshaken rock,
And portion evermore.
For they shall all destroyed be
That far from thee are gone : They that a whoring go from thee
Shall all be overthrown.
Continually with thee :
And firmly holdest me.
And in the crowd and multitude
Of troubling thoughts that roll Within my breast; thy comforts rest,
And do delight my soul;
Safely thou wilt me guide,
In glory to abide.
THE SECOND PART.
O GOD, how doth thy love and grace
Excel all earthly things! Therefore the sons of men do place
Their trust under thy wings. With fatness of thy house on high
Thou wilt thy saints suffice, And make them drink abundantly
The rivers of thy joys.