Twelfth Psalm of David. V. WATTS. LORD! if thou dost not soon appear, A faithful man among us here Will scarce be found if thou delay. The whole discourse, when neighbors meet, But lips that with deceit abound, Shall not maintain their triumph long; The God of vengeance will confound Their flattering and blaspheming tongue. The Lord, who sees the poor oppressed, And hears the oppressor's haughty strain, Will rise to give his children rest, Nor shall they trust his word in vain. Restoration of Israel. Thy word, O Lord, though often tried, Nor silver, seven times purified From dross and mixture, shines so clear, Thy grace shall, in the darkest hour, 17 Restoration of Esrael. VI. MONTGOMERY. DAUGHTER of Zion, from the dust Again in thy Redeemer trust, He calls thee from the dead. CROLY. King of the dead! how long shall sweep Thy wrath! how long thy outcasts weep! Two thousand agonizing years Has Afric steeped her bread in tears; The vial on her head been poured Flight, famine, shame, the scourge, the sword! 18 Restoration of Israel. Awake, awake, put on thy strength, The day of freedom dawns at length, 'Tis done! Has breathed thy trumpet blast; No banner purples in the sky; The world within their hearts has died; The form still marked with many a stain- The slave, by Southern suns embrowned; The gatherings of earth's wildest tract On bursts the living cataract ! What strength of man can check its speed? Who leads their march? Beneath His wheel Redemption of Israel. Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge, Say to the south, Give up thy charge, They come, they come ;-thine exiled bands Where'er they rest or roam, Have heard thy voice in distant lands, And hasten to their home. Even for this hour thy heart's blood streamed ! What flames upon the distant sky? And now, as nearer speeds their march Down in the dust! ay, Christian kneel! 19 Where is thy Brother. What mean ye that ye beat my people to pieces, and grind the faces of the poor? saith the Lord God of hosts.'-Isaiah. VII. E. L. FOLLEN. WHAT mean ye that ye bruise and bind And starve your craving brother's mind, What mean ye that ye make them toil What mean ye that ye dare to rend How dare you bid them part What mean ye, when God's bounteous hand That from the slave who tills your land You keep both earth and heaven? |