For fee! the King of glory comes

Along th' ethereal road :

The cherubs through your folds shall bear

The triumph of your God.

Who is this great and glorious King?
Oh! 'tis the Lord, whofe might
Decides the conqueft, and fufpends
The balance of the fight.

Lift up your ftately heads, ye doors,
With hafty reverence rife;
Ye everlasting doors, who guard
The paffes of the skies.

Swift from your golden hinges leap,
Your barriers roll away,

Now throw your blazing portals wide,
And burst the gates of day.

For fee! the King of glory comes

Along th' ethereal road :

The cherubs through your folds shall bear
The triumphs of their God.

Who is this great and glorious King?

Oh! 'tis the God, whofe care

Leads on his Ifrael to the field,
Whose power controls the war.

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PSALM

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PSALM the TWENTY-NINTH.

E mighty princes, your oblations bring,

And pay due honours to your awful king;
His boundless power to all the world proclaim,
Bend at his fhrine, and tremble at his name.
For hark! his voice with unrefifted sway
Rules and controls the raging of the sea;
Within due bounds the mighty ocean keeps,
And in their watery cavern awes the deeps:
Shook by that voice, the nodding groves around
Start from their roots, and fly the dreadful found.
The blafted cedars low in dust are laid,

And Lebanon is left without a fhade.

See! when he speaks, the lofty mountains croud,
And fly for fhelter from the thundering God:
Sirion and Lebanon like hinds advance,
And in wild measures lead th' unwieldy dance.
His voice, his mighty voice, divides the fire,
Back from the blast the fhrinking flames retire.
Ev'n Cades trembles when Jehovah speaks,
With all his savages the desert shakes.

At the dread found the hinds with fear are stung,
And in the lonely forest drop their young.
While in his hallow'd temple all proclaim
His glorious honours, and adore his name.
High o'er the foaming furges of the fea
He fits, and bids the liftening deeps obey :

He

He reigns o'er all; for ever lafts his power
Till nature finks, and time fhall be no more.
With ftrength the fons of Ifrael fhall he blefs,
And crown our tribes, with happiness and peace.

PSALM the Forty-fixth, PARAPHRASED.

ON God we build our fure defence,

In God our hope repofe :

His hand protects us in the fight,
And guards us from our woes.

Then, be the earth's unwieldy frame
From its foundations hurl'd,

We may, unmov'd with fear, enjoy
The ruins of the world.

What though the folid rocks be rent,

In tempests whirl'd away?

What though the hills fhould burst their roots,

And roll into the fea?

Thou fea, with dreadful tumults fwell,

And bid thy waters rife

In furious furges, till they dash

The flood-gates of the skies.

Our minds fhall be ferene and calm,

Like Siloah's peaceful flood;

Whofe foft and filver ftreams refresh

The city of our God.

Within the proud delighted waves,

The wanton turrets play;

The ftreams lead down their humid train,

Reluctant to the fea.

Amid the scene the temple floats,

With its reflected towers,

Gilds all the furface of the flood,
And dances to the shores.

With wonder fee what mighty power
Our facred Sion chears,
Lo! there amidft her ftately walls,
Her God, her God appears.

Fixt on her bafis fhe fhall ftand,

And, innocently proud,

Smile on the tumults of the world,
Beneath the wings of God.

See! how, their weakness to proclaim,

The heathen tribes engage!

See! how with fruitless wrath they burn,

And impotence of rage!

But God has fpoke; and lo! the world,

His terrors to display,

With all the melting globe of earth,

Drops filently away.

Still to the mighty Lord of hofts

Securely we refort;

For refuge fly to Jacob's God,
Our fuccour and support.

Hither, ye numerous nations, croud,

In filent rapture fland,

And fee o'er all the earth display'd
The wonders of his hand.

He bids the din of war be ftill,
And all its tumults ceafe;
He bids the guiltless trumpet found
The harmony of peace.

He breaks the tough reluctant bow,
He bursts the brazen spear,
And in the crackling fire his hand
Confumes the blazing car.

Hear then his formidable voice,
"Be ftill, and know the Lord;
"By all the heathen I'll be fear'd ;
"By all the earth ador'd.

Still to the mighty Lord of hosts,
Securely we refort;

For refuge fly to Jacob's God;
Our fuccour and support.

PSALM the goth Paraphrafed.

THY hand, O Lord, through rolling years

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Has fav'd us from despair,

From period down to period ftretch'd

The profpects of thy care.

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