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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:


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;
Out of the depths to Thee I call,

My fears are great, my strength is small. 2 O Lord, the pilot's part perform,

And guide and guard me thro’ the storm ;
Defend me from each threatening ill,

Controul the waves, say, “ Peace, be still.” 3 Amidst the roaring of the sea,

My soul still hangs her hope on Thee;
Thy constant love, Thy faithful care,

Is all that saves me from despair. 4 Though tempest-toss’d, and half a wreck,

My Saviour through the floods I seek ;
Let neither winds nor stormy main
Force back my shatter'd bark again.


125. Day of Judgment.
THE day of wrath, that dreadful day,

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;
When louder yet, and yet more dread,

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 ;


Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide,

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 ;
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,

Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is Thy name,

I am all unrighteousness ;
Vile and full of sin I am,

Thou art full of truth and grace.
4 Plenteous grace with Thee is found,

Grace to pardon all my sin ;
Let the healing streams abound,

Make and keep me pure within,
Thou of life the fountain art,

Freely let me take of Thee ;
Spring Thou up within my heart,

Rise to all eternity.
127. Voice of Praise.
THERE seems a voice in every gale,

A tongue in every opening flower,
Which tell, O Lord, the wond'rous tale

Of Thy indulgence, love, and power.
The birds that rise on quivering wing,

Appear to hymn their Maker's praise ;
And all the mingling sounds of spring

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.
The Saviour left His heavenly throne,

A ransom for my soul to give ;
Man's suffering state He made His own,

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.
3 The incense of the spring ascends

Upon the morning gale ;
Red o'er the hills the roses bloom,

The lilies in the vale.
4 Let Israel to the Prince of Peace

The loud hosanna sing !
With hallelujahs and with hymns,

O Zion, hail thy King.


129. Celestial Glory.
SINCE o'er Thy footstool here below

Such beauteous gems are thrown ;
O what magnificence must glow,

My God, around Thy throne !
So brilliant here these drops of light,

There the full ocean rolls how bright! 2 If night's blue curtain of the sky,

With thousand stars inwrought-
Hung, like some royal canopy,

With glittering diamonds fraught-
Be, Lord, Thy Temple's outer veil,
What glory round the shrine must dwell !


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

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


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