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With equal doom th' unerring law Dispense, who boast their birth to draw From Jesse's favour'd son.
Be peace by each implor'd on thee,
O may'st thou, free from hostile fear,
Nor War's wild wastes deplore: May Plenty nigh thee take her stand, And in thy courts with lavish hand Distribute all her store.
Seat of my friends and brethren, hail! How can my tongue, O Salem, fail
To bless thy lov'd abode ? How cease the zeal that in me glows Thy good to seek, whose walls inclose The mansion of my GOD?
PSALM CXXIII.-J. Bowdler, Jun.
LORD, before Thy throne we bend,
To the dust our knees we bow;
From the heavens, Thy dwelling place, Shed, O shed, Thy pardoning grace, "Turn to save us :-none below
Pause to hear our silent woe;
Leave us not beneath the power
THAT man enjoys his Maker's smile,
His wife, like the prolific vine
Whose branches o'er his mansion twine,
His children, like the olives green,
His race, a long progressive train,
SUNK in the deep abyss of woe,
For when Thy justice sternly frowns,
Thence, with firm faith and holy fear,
That faith, that fear, through Israel spread, Shall dart a cheerful ray,
Till full redemption, o'er his head,
Diffuse eternal day.
CAPTIVES of Babylon, we sought the vale,
Where broad Euphrates rolls in crystal state, Hung our mute harps upon its poplars pale,
And sat, dear Sion, weeping o'er thy fate! While our proud victors, in opprobrious vein,
Cry'd, "Slaves arise! your silent lyres resume, And swell your voices with that choral strain,
Which echo'd sweet in Sion's ruin'd dome !"
What! to an alien ear, an alien clime,
Shall we repeat JEHOVAH'S hallow'd song? Ah! sooner than profane that lay sublime,
Cleave to its roots each fibre of our tongue; Forget, my hand, each warbling chord to sweep, So prompt thy modulating powers, to own, Or ere my soul neglects her vows to keep,
To sing in Salem's sacred courts alone.
O think, great GOD, on Salem's fatal hour,
When hemm'd around by Edom's impious race! They cried, as they beheld each falling tower,
"Raze, instant raze it, to its central base!"
Blest be that future foe, by justice led,
Who Israel's woes repeats in Edom's fall, Wreaks all her wrongs on Babylon's proud head, And flings her children 'gainst the shatter'd wall.
PSALM CXXXIX.--New Version.
THOU, LORD, by strictest search hast known
Thine eye my
Surrounded by Thy pow'r I stand,
O could I so perfidious be,
If I should try to shun Thy sight
Search me, O GOD, my thoughts and heart,
Correct me where I go astray,