For fee! the King of glory comes Along th' ethereal road: The cherubs through your folds fhall bear Who is this great and glorious King? Lift up your stately heads, ye doors, Swift from your golden hinges leap, Your barriers roll away, Now throw your blazing portals wide, For fee; the King of glory comes The cherubs through your folds shall bear Who is this great and glorious King? Leads on his Ifrael to the field, Whofe power controls the war. VOL. LII. F PSALM YE PSALM XXIX. E mighty princes, your oblations bring, See! when he speaks, the lofty mountains croud, At the dread found the hinds with fear are flung, He He reigns o'er all; for ever lafts his power ΟΝ PSALM XLVI. PARAPHRASED. N God we build our fure defence, His hand protects us in the fight, Then, be the earth's unwieldy frame We may, unmov'd with fear, enjoy What though the folid rocks be rent, What though the hills fhould burft their roots, And roll into the sea? Thou fea, with dreadful tumults fwell, And bid thy waters rise In furious furges, till they dash The flood-gates of the skies. Our minds fhall be ferene and calm, Like Siloah's peaceful flood; Whose soft and filver streams refresh The city of our God. Within the proud delighted waves, The wanton turrets play; The ftreams lead down their humid train, Amid the scene the temple floats, With its reflected towers, Gilds all the furface of the flood, With wonder fee what mighty power Our facred Sion chears, Lo! there amidst her stately walls, Fixt on her bafis fhe fhall ftand, Smile on the tumults of the world, See! how, their weakness to proclaim, The heathen tribes engage! See how with fruitless wrath they burn, And impotence of rage! But God has spoke; and lo! the world, 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, Hither, ye numerous nations, croud, In filent rapture stand, And fee o'er all the earth display'd The wonders of his hand. He bids the din of war be still, He bids the guiltless trumpet found He breaks the tough reluctant bow, Hear then his formidable voice, T' PSALM XC. PARAPHRASED. HY hand, O Lord, through rolling years Has fav'd us from despair, From period down to period stretch'd The profpects of thy care. |