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But see! where Egypt comes ! with steed, Who shall return to tell Egypt the story. and car,

or those sbe sent forth in the hour of her And thousands, panting for the spoils of war; pride ? Bold waves her plume, and proud her ban- The Lord hath look'd out from his pillar of ners gleam,

glory, As now they bask in Victory's golden beam: And all her brave thousands are dash'd in The war-trump speaks: madd'ning she the tide! spurns the shores,

Sound the load timbrel o'er Egypt's dark And through the yawning surges headlong

sea ! pours.

Jehovah hath triumph'd ! his people are free!

Bat where is Egypt now? Where all her

might, Her steeds, her cars, her thousands armed for fight?

BALAK AND BALAAM. Where is the banner'd pride that waved so

Numb. xxiii, xxiv. high ?

And where the trump that told of victory -
All, all are past! the chained and fettered | UPON the hill the Prophet stood;

King Balak in the rocky vale, Loosed from its bonds, at one tremendous Around him, like a fiery flood, sweep

Flashed to the sun his men of mail. Whelmed all their hopes, and not a wreck is seen,

'Twas morn ;-'twas noon;--the sacrifice To tell to future times, that they had been ! Still rolled its sheeted blame to heaven ;

Still on the Prophet turned their eyes,
Nor yet the fearful CURSE was given.


Ex. xv. 20, 21.

'Twas eve;--the flame was feeble now,
Dried was the victim's purple blood;
The sun was rushing broad and low
Upon the murmuring multitude.


“ Now curse, or die!"--The gathering roar

Around him, like a tempest, came; Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark Again the altar streamed with gore; sea!

And blushed again the sky with shaine. Jehovah hath triumph'd ! his people are free! Sing--for the pride of the tyrant is broken ; | The Prophet was in prayer ;--he rose, His chariots, his horsemen, all splendid and His mantle from his face he fung; brave,

He listened, where the mighty foes How vain was their boasting ! the Lord hath To Heaven their evening anthem sung.

but spoken, And chariots and horsemen are sunk in the He saw their camp, like endless clouds, wave:

Mixed with the horizon's distant blue; Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark Saw on the plain their marshalled crowds : sea !

Heard the high strain their trumpets blew. Jehovah hath triumph'd! his people are free

A sudden spirit on him came, Praise to the Conqueror ! praise to the Lord ! A sudden fire was in his eye;

His tongue was touched with hallowed flame, sword!

The "Cursor" swelled with prophecy.

“ How shall I curse whom God hath bless'd? I

JEPHTHA'S VOW. With whom he dwells, with whom shall

Judges xi. 34–40. dwell !”

GRAHAME. He clasped his pale hands on his breast,

From conquest Jephtha came, with faltering “Then, be thou blest, O Israel !”


And troubled eye; his home appears in view; “ Be Israel cursed," was in his soul,

He trembles at the sight. Sad he forebodes,Bnt on his lip the wild words died;

His vow will meet a victim in his child; He paused, till on its myriads stole

For well he knows, that from her earliest The night; again the “Curse” he tried.


She still was first to meet his homeward A whirlwind from the desert rushed,

steps; Deep thunder echoed round the hill; Well he remembers, how, with tottering gait, King, prophet, multitude, were hushed; She ran, and clasped his knees, and lisped, The thunder sank, the blast was still !

and looked

Her joy; and how, when garlanding with Broad in the East a new-born STAR

flowers On cloud, hill, desert, poured its blaze !

His helm, fearful, her infant hand would

The prophet knew the sign afar,
And on it fixed his shuddering gaze.

Back from the lion couch'd beneath the crest.
What sound is that, which, from the palm-

tree grove, “ I shall behold it, but not now!

Floats now with choral swell, now fainter I shall behold him, but not nigh !

falls He comes to break the oppressor's bow,

Upon the ear? It is, it is the song To triumph, suffer, weep, and die!

He loved to hear,-a song of thanks and

praise, “ All power is in his hand; the world

Sung by the patriarch for his ransomed son. Is dust beneath his trampling heel;

Hope from the omen springs; O blessed hope! The thunder from his lips is hurled,

It may not be her voice !--Fain would he The heavens beneath his presence reel.


'Twas not his daughter's voice, that still ap“ He comes, a stranger to his own!

proached, With the wild bird and fox he lies

Blent with the timbrel's note. Forth from The King! who makes the stars his throne,

the grove A wanderer lives-an outcast dies!

She foremost glides of all the minstrel-band :

Moveless he stands; then grasps his belt “ Proud Israel! o'er thy diadem

still red What blood shall for his blood be poured! With hostile gore, but, shuddering, quits the Until that Star again shall beam,

hold; Again JEHOVAH be the Lord !"

And clasps in agony his hands-and cries,

“ Alas, my daughter! thou hast brought me The Prophet ceased in awe; the star

low."Rose broader o'er the boundless plain,

The timbrel at her rooted feet resounds. Flashing on Balak's marshalled war, On mighty Israel's farthest vane!


1. Sam. iii, 1–10. And sweet and solemn echoes flowed From lips of more than mortals given;

Till in the central cope it glowed,

In Israel's fane by silent night,
Then vanished in the heights of heaven. The Lamp of God was burning bright;

And there by viewless angels kept,
Samuel, the child, securely slept.

For never barp or lyre reveald,
Such music as the heart can yield.

A voice unknown the stillness broke,

Not in its unregenerate state, “ Samuel!” it calld, and thrice it spoke;

Canst thou expect those strains to hear; He rose, he ask'd, whence came the word ?

By sin unstrung, its accents grate From Eli? no:--it was the Lord.

In discord on a heaven-touch'd ear;
Renew'd by grace, and tuned by love,

Its harmony ascends above.
Thus early call'd to serve his God,
In paths of righteousness he trod;

Oh! then with melody it seems
Prophetic visions fired his breast,

To vibrate from each trembling string; And all the chosen tribes were bless'd.

Each kindling thought and feeling teems

With songs as sweet as seraphs sing; Speak, Lord ! and from our earliest days, | And music, art could never frame, Incline our hearts to love thy ways;

Is breathed to its REDEEMER'S NAME. Thy wakening voice hath reached our ear, Speak, Lord, to us; thy servants hear.

And ye. who know the Saviour's love,
And richly all his mercies prove;
Your timely, friendly aid afford,
That we may early serve the Lord.


1 Sam. xxviii. 12—19.


Thou whose spell can raise the dead,
Bid the Prophet's form appear.
“ Samuel, raise thy buried head!”
“ King, behold the phantom-seer !”


1 Sam. xvi. 23.


On! for the harp that David swept,

At whose divine entrancing sound, The evil spirit distance kept,

While holier visions hover'd round : Oh, for such harp, in these our days, To speak a God's, a Saviour's praise.

Earth yawned; he stood the centre of a

cloud: Light changed its hue, retiring from his

shroud :
Death stood all glassy in his fixed eye;
His hand was withered, and his veins were

dry ;
His foot in bony whiteness, glittered there,
Shrunken and sinewless, and ghastly bare:
From lips that moved not, and upbreathing

Like caverned winds, the hollow accents

came. Saul saw, and fell to earth, as falls the oak At once, and blasted by the thunder-stroke.

Then, e'en on earth might song out-pour

That sweet, that full, triumphant strain,
Whose grateful notes should heaven-ward

And there a gracious audience gain;
While here below its hallow'd power
Should aid devotion's happiest hour.

Christian, wouldst thou soch harp possess,

May grace annoint thine eye to see, And on thy mind this truth impress,

The heart that instrument may be :

“ Why is my sleep disquieted ?
Who is he that calls the dead?
Is it thou, oh King? Behold,
Bloodless are these limbs, and cold :
Such are mine, and such shall be
Thine to-morrow, when with me:

Ere the coming day is done,
Sach shalt thou be, such thy son,
Fare thee well, but for a day;
Then we mix our mouldering clay,
Thou, thy race, lie pale and low,
Pierced by shafts of many a bow :
And the falchion by thy side
To thy heart thy hand shall guide :
Crownless, breathless, headless fall,
Son, and sire, the house of Saul."

Wing'd from the sea the gathering mists

And floating waters darken all the skies;
The King with shifted reins his chariot sends,
And wide o'er earth the airy ilood descends;
With mingling cries dispersing hosts ap-

| And shouting nations own the living God.



MONTGOMERY. 1 Kings xviii. 41, 45.

Thus prayed the prophet in the wilderness, DARWIN.

“ God of my fathers, look on my distress; Thus when Elijah mark'd from Carmel's My days are spent in vanity and strife; brow

Ob! that the Lord would please to take my In bright expanse the briny flood below;

life! Roll'd his red eyes amid the scorching air, Beneath the clods througb this lone valley Smote his firm breast, and breathed his spread, ardent prayer;

Now might I join the generations dead." High in the midst a massy altar stood, And slaughter'd offerings press'd the piles of Heaven deigned no answer to the murwood;

muring prayer, While Israel's chief the sacred hill surround, Silence that thrill'd the blood alone was - And famish'd armies crowd the dasty ground; there; While proud Idolatry was leagued with Down sank bis weary limbs, slow beav'd his dearth,

breath, And witber'd famine swepi, the desert And sleep fell on him with a weight like earth,

death: “ Ob! Mighty Lord! thy wo-worn servant Dreams, raised by evil spirits, bover'd near, hear,

Throng'd with strange thoughts, and images Who calls thy name in agony of prayer;

of fear. Thy fancs dishonoor'd, and thy prophets The Abominations of the Gentiles came; slain,

Detested Chemosh, Moloch clad with flame, Lo! I alone survive of all thy train! Ashtaroth, queen of heaven, with moony Oh, send from Heaven thy sacred fire,-and crest, poar

| And Baal, san-like, high above the rest, V’er the parch'd land the salutary shower, Glared on him, gnash'd their teeth, then sped So shall thy priest thy erring flock, recal,

away, And speak in thander, thou art Lord of Like ravening vultures to their carrion-prey; all."

Where every grove grew darker with their He cried, and kneeling on the mountain rites, sands,

And blood ran reeking down the mountainStretch'd high in air his supplicating hands. heights.

But to the living God, throughout the land, Descending flames the dusky shrine il. He saw no altar blaze, no temple stand; lume,

Jerusalem was dast, and Zion's Hill, Pire the wet wood, the sacred ball consume Like Topbet's yalley, desolate and still.

The prophet drew one deep despairing groan, “I have been very jealous for thy cause, And his heart died within him like a stone. | Lord God of Hosts! for men make void thy

laws: An angel's touch the dire entrancement Thy people have thrown down thine altars, broke,

slain " Arise and eat, Elijah!”-He awoke, Thy prophets,-I, and I alone, remain : And found a table in the desert spread, My life with reckless vengeance they pur. With water in the cruise beside his head;

sue ; He bless'd the Lord who turn'd away his And what can I against a pation do ?"

prayer, And feasted on the strength-reviving fare; Stand on the mount before the Lord, and Then sweeter slumber o'er his senses stole,

know, And sunk, like life new-breathed, into his That wrath or mercy at my will I show." soul.

-Anon the Power that holds the winds lets A dream brought David's city to his sight; |

fly Shepherds were watching o'er their flocks by Their devastating armies throngh the sky : night;

Then shook the wilderness, the rocks were Around them uncreated splendour blazed,

rent, And heavenly hosts their ballelujahs raised : As when Jehovah bow'd the firmament, A theme, unknown since Sin to Death gave And trembling Israel, while he gave the law, birth,

Beheld his symbols, but no likeness saw : Glory to God, good-will and peace on The storm retired, nor left a trace behind ; earth,"

The Lurd pass'd by He came not with the They sung; his heart responded to the strain, wind. But memory sought to keep the words in Beneath the prophet's feet, the shuddering vain.

ground The vision changed.--Amid the gloom serene, Clave, and disclosed a precipice profound, One star above all other stars was seen : Like that which opend to the gates of hell, It had a light, a motion of its own, | When Korah, Dathan, and Abiram fell ; And o'er a lowly shed in Bethlehem shone : Again the Lord pass'd by, but unreveal'd; He look'd, and lo! an infant, newly born. He came not with the earthquake all was That seemed cast out to poverty and scorn ;

seal'd. Yet, Gentile kings its advent came to greet,

1-A new amazement ! vale and mountain Worshipp'd, and laid their treasures at his

turn'd feet.

Red as the battle-field with blood : then Masing what this mysterious babe might be,

burn'da He saw a sufferer stretch'd upon a tree! Up to the stars, as terrible a flame Yet while the victim died by man abhorr'd. | As shall devour this universal frame. Creation's agonies confess'd him LORD. Elijah watch'd it kindle, spread, expire:

The Lord pass'd by, He came not with the Again the angel smote the slumberer's side; fire, " Arise and eat; thy journey's long and -A still small whisper melted on his ear; wide."

He wrapt his mantle round his face with He rose and ate ; then, with unfalling force, fear; Through forty days and nights, apheld his Darkness that might be felt, involved him; course.

-domb Horeb, the mount of God, he reach'd and lay With expectation of a voice to come. Within a cavern till the cool of day. He stood upon the threshold of the cave,

Like one, long dead, new-risen from the "What dost thou, here, Elijah ?"-Like grave the tide,

In the last judgment.--Came the voice and Brake that deep voice through silence : --he cried, replied,

1 What dost thou here, Elijah!" He replied,

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