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4 She saith in her heart-yea her wise
“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
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 ;
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.
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 ;
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.
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.
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-
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
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
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