While before the deep sea flowed,
And behind fierce Egypt rode-
To their fathers' God they prayed,
To the Lord of Hosts for aid.

On the margin of the flood
With lifted rod the prophet stood;
And the summoned east wind flew,
And aside it sternly threw

The gathered waves that took their stand,
Like crystal rocks, on either hand,
Or walls of seagreen marble piled
Round some irregular city wild.
Then the light of morning lay
On the wonder-paved way,
Where the treasures of the deep
In their caves of coral sleep.
The profound abysses, where
Was never sound from upper air,
Rang with Israel's chanted words,
King of Kings! and Lord of Lords!

Then with bow and banner glancing,
On exulting Egypt came,
With her chosen horsemen prancing,
And her cars on wheels of flame,

In a rich and boastful ring

All around her furious king.

But the Lord' from out his cloud,

The Lord looked down upon the proud;

And the host drave heavily

Down the steep bosom of the sea.

With a quick and sudden swell,
Prone the liquid ramparts fell;

Over horse and over car,

Over every man of war,

Over Pharoah's crown of gold
The loud thundering billows roll'd.
As the level waters spread

Down they sank, they sank like lead,
Down sank without a cry or groan.
And the morning sun, that shone
On myriads of bright armed men,
Its meridian radiance then

Cast on a wide sea, heaving as of yore,
Against a silent, solitary shore.

Then did Israel's maidens sing,
Then did Israel's timbrels ring,

To him, the King of Kings! that in the sea,
The Lord of Lords! had triumph'd gloriously.

And our timbrels' flashing chords,
King of Kings! and Lord of Lords!
Shall they not attuned be
Once again to victory?
Lo! a glorious triumph now!

Lo against thy people come
A mightier Pharaoh! wilt not thou
Craze the chariot wheels of Rome?
Will not, like the Red Sea wave,
Thy stern anger overthrow?
And from worse than bondage save,
From sadder than Egyptian woe,
Those whose silver cymbals glance,
Those who lead the suppliant dance,
Thy race, the only race that sings
Lord of Lords! and King of Kings!

MILMAN.

HYMN ON THE FALL OF JERUSALEM.

EVEN thus amid thy pride and luxury,

Oh earth! shall that last coming burst on thee,

That secret coming of the Son of Man, When all the cherub-throning clouds shall shine, Irradiate with his bright advancing sign: [fan, When that Great Husbandman shall wave his Sweeping, like chaff, thy wealth and pomp away: Still to the noontide of that nightless day

Shalt thou thy wonted dissolute course maintain. Along the busy mart and crowded street, The buyer and the seller still shall meet,

And marriage feasts begin their jocund strain : Still to the pouring out the cup of woe; Till earth, a drunkard, reeling to and fro, And mountains molted by his burning feet,

And heaven his presence own, all red with furnace heat.

The hundred-gated cities then,

The towers and temples, named of men
Eternal, and the thrones of kings,

The gilded summer palaces,

The courtly bowers of love and ease,

Where still the bird of pleasure sings;
Ask ye the destiny of them?

Go gaze on fallen Jerusalem!

Yea, mightier names are in the fatal roll,

'Gainst earth and heaven God's standard is

unfurl'd,

The skies are shrivel'd like a burning scroll, And the vast common doom ensepulchres the world.

Oh! who shall then survive?

Oh! who shall stand and live?

When all that hath been is no more:
When for the round earth hung in air,
With all its constellations fair

In the sky's azure canopy;

When for the breathing earth and sparkling sea,
Is but a fiery deluge without shore,
Heaving along the abyss profound and dark
A fiery deluge, and without an ark.

Lord of all power, when thou art there alone
On thy eternal fiery-wheeled throne,
That in its high meridian noon

Needs not the perish'd sun nor moon;
When thou art there in thy presiding state,
Wide-sceptred Monarch o'er the realm of doom;
When from the sea depths, from earth's darkest
The dead of all the ages round thee wait; [womb,
And when the tribes of wickedness are strewn

Like forest leaves in the' autumn of thine ire; Faithful and true! thou still wilt save thine own!

The saints shall dwell within the unharming fire, Each white robe spotless, blooming every palm. Even safe as we, by this still fountain's side, So shall the church, thy bright and mystic bride, Sit on the stormy gulf, a halcyon bird of calm. Yes, 'mid yon angry and destroying signs, O'er us the rainbow of thy mercy shines, We hail, we bless the covenant of its beam, Almighty to avenge, Almightiest to redeem!

MILMAN.

PARAPHRASTIC VERSION OF

PSALM XLVI.

OUR hope, our strength, our refuge is our God!
On Him reposing-Fear in vain annoys ;-
Though from their solid base huge mountains nod,
And earth, unbalanced, lose her central poise.
Though Alpine mounds should in the sea be hurl'd,
While Ocean trembles with convulsive roar,
Though one vast tempest desolate the world,
Still Faith may anchor on a tranquil shore.
For all the ravage of this finite sphere

:

Can do the city of our God no'ill :-
The holy place He plants his dwelling near
Smiles at the storm that baffles human skill.

Though heathen nations in their strength rejoice,
And all the terrors of the earth array;—
Let but our God uplift his single voice,
And even Earth herself shall melt away.

The God of Jacob is our only God!

The Lord of Hosts is our Almighty Lord! Fear then the wrath of his destroying rod, And dread the vengeance of his twoedged sword. Legions of warriors, in their proud career,

He checks, and makes them fearfully retire; He snaps in sunder the uplifted spear,

And wraps their chariots in consuming fire. With silent reverence, then, obey his nod; And let the heathen world exulting own The God of Jacob is the only God!

The Lord of Hosts must be the Lord alone!

PARK.