4 She saith in her heart-yea her wise maidens say “He taketh the spoil—he divideth the prey; He seizeth the garment of glittering dyes, And maketh the daughters of beauty his prize!” 5 But Sisera's mother shall view him no more ; With the warriors of Hazor he sleeps in his gore: L.M. For the sword of the Lord and of Israel lowers, O'er Sisera's palace, and Jabin's proud towers. 124. “ Peace, be still.” THE billows swell, the winds are high, Clouds overcast my wintry sky; My fears are great, my strength is small. 2 O Lord, the pilot's part perform, And guide and guard me thro’ the storm ; Controul the waves, say, “ Peace, be still.” 3 Amidst the roaring of the sea, My soul still hangs her hope on Thee; Is all that saves me from despair. 4 Though tempest-toss’d, and half a wreck, My Saviour through the floods I seek ; L.M. 125. Day of Judgment. When heaven and earth shall pass away; What power shall be the sinner's stay? Whom shall He trust that dreadful day? 2 When shriv'lling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll; The trumpet sounds that wakes the dead: 3 Oh, on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be Thou, O Christ! the sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away. SEVENS. 126. The Refuge. JESUS, lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the billows near me roll; While the tempest still is high ; 0 Saviour, hide, O receive my soul at last. 2 Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on Thee ; Leave, O leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me: All my trust on Thee is stay'd, All mine help from Thee I bring, Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of Thy wing. 3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want, Boundless love in Thee I find ; Heal the sick, and lead the blind. I am all unrighteousness ; Thou art full of truth and grace. Grace to pardon all my sin ; Make and keep me pure within, Freely let me take of Thee ; Rise to all eternity. A tongue in every opening flower, Of Thy indulgence, love, and power. Appear to hymn their Maker's praise ; To Thee a general chorus raise. 2 And shall my voice, great God, alone Be mute, 'midst nature's loud acclaim ? No, let my heart, with answering tone, Breathe forth in praise Thy holy name. A ransom for my soul to give ; And deign'd to die that I might live. L.M.D. C.M. 128. Messiah. MESSIAH, at Thy glad approach The howling winds are still : Thy praises fill the lonely waste, Ånd breathe from every hill. 2 The hidden fountains, at Thy call, Their sacred stores unlock; Loud in the desert sudden streams Burst living from the rock. Upon the morning gale ; The lilies in the vale. The loud hosanna sing ! O Zion, hail thy King. P.M. 129. Celestial Glory. Such beauteous gems are thrown ; My God, around Thy throne ! There the full ocean rolls how bright! 2 If night's blue curtain of the sky, With thousand stars inwrought- With glittering diamonds fraught- P.M. 3 The dazzling sun, at noontide hour, Forth from His flaming vase, Flinging o'er earth His golden shower, Till vale and mountain blaze ; But shows, O Lord, one beam of Thine : What then the day where Thou dost shine! 4 Ah! how shall these dim eyes endure That noon of living rays ? Or how my spirit, so impure, Upon Thy brightness gaze? Anoint, O Lord, anoint my sight, And robe me for that world of light. 130. Song of Miriam. SOUND the loud timbrel o’er Egypt's dark sea! Jehovah hath triumph’d, His people are free : Sing, for the pride of the tyrant is broken : His chariots and horsemen, all splendid and brave, How vain was their boasting! the Lord hath but spoken, And chariots and horsemen are sunk in the wave. Sound the loud, &c. 2 Praise to the Conqueror, praise to the Lord ! His word was our arrow, His breath was our sword ! Who shall return to tell Egypt the story, Of those she sent forth in the hour of her pride! |