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I mention Egypt, where proud kings

Did our forefathers yoke.
I mention Babel to my friends,

Philistia full of scorn,
And Tyre with Ethiop's utmost ends,

Lo this man there was born :
But twice that praise shall in our ear,

Be said of Sion iast,
This and this man was born in her;

High God shall fix her fast.
The Lord shall write it in a scroll

That ne'er shall be out-worn,
When He the nations doth enroll,

That this man there was born.
Both they who sing, and they who dance,

With sacred songs are there,
In thee fresh brooks, and soft streams glanos,

And all my fountaias clear.


LORD God, that dost me save and keep,

All day to thee I cry ;
And all night long before thee weep,

Before thee prostrate lie.
Into thy presence let my pray'r

With sighs devout ascend,
And to my cries, that ceaseless are,

Thine ear with favour bend.
For cloy'd with woes and trouble store

Surcharged my soul doth lie,
My life at death's uncheerful door

Unto the grave draws nigh.

Reckon'd I am with them that pass

Down to the dismal pit,
I am a man, but weak, alas !

And for that name unfit.
From life discharged and parted quite

Among the dead to sleep,
And like the slain in bloody fight

That in the grave lie deep.
Whom thou rememberest no more,

Dost never more regard,
Them from thy hand deliver'd o'er

Death's hideous house hath barrid.
Thon in the lowest pit profound

Hast set me all forlorn,
Where thickest darkness hovers round,

In horrid deeps to mourn.
Thy wrath, from which no shelter saves,

Full sore doth press on me;
Thou break’st upon me all thy waves,

And all thy waves break mo.
Thou dost my friends from me estrange

And mak'st me odious,
Me to them odious, for they change,

And I here pent up thus.
Through sorrow and affliction great,

Mine eye grows dim and dead,
Lord, all the day I thee intreat,

My hands to thee I spread.
Wilt thou do wonders on the dead P

Shall the deceased arise,
And praise thee from their loathsome bed

With pale and hollow eyes ? Shall they thy loving kindness tell

On whom the grave hath hold ? Or they who in perdition dwell,

Thy faithfulness unfold?

In darkness can thy mighty hand

Or wondrous acts be known?
Thy justice in the gloomy land

Of dark oblivion ?
But I to thee, O Lord, do cry,

Ere yet my life be spent,
And up to thee my pray'r doth hie,

Each morn, and thee prevent.
Why wilt thon, Lord, my soul forsako,

And hide thy face from me,
That am already bruised, and shake

With terror sent from thee
Bruised and afflicted, and so loro

As ready to expire,
While I thy terrors undergo

Astonish'd with thine ire.
Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow,

Thy threat’nings cut me through:
All day they round about me go,

Like waves they me pursue.
Lover and friend thou hast removed,

And sever'd from me far:
They fly me now whom I have loved,

And as in darkness are.


When the blest seed of Terah's faithful son,
After long toil their liberty had won,
And past from Pharian fields to Canaan land,
Led by the strength of the Almighty's hand,
Jehovah's wonders were in Israel shown,
His praise and glory was in Israel known.
That saw the troubled sea, and shivering filed,
And sought to hide his froth-becurled head
Low in the earth; Jordan's clear streams recoil,
As a faint host that had received the foil.
The high, huge-bellied mountains skip like rams
Amongst their ewes, the little hills like lambs.
Why fled the ocean? And why skipt the mountains ?
Why turnèd Jordan toward his crystal fountains ?
Shake, Earth, and at the presence be aghast
Of him that ever was, and aye shall last
That glassy floods from rugged rocks can crush,
And make soft rills from fiery flint-stones gush.

1 This and the following Psalm are Milion's earliest performances.-WAR

TON. The first he afterwards translated into Greek


LET Os with a gladsome mind
Praise the Lord, for he is kind,

For his mercies aye endure,

Ever faithful, ever sure.
Let us blaze his name abroad,
For of Gods he is the God :

For his, &c.
O let us his praises tell,
Who doth the wrathful tyrants quells

For his, &c.
Who with his miracles doth make
Amazed heav'n and earth to shakes

For his, &c.
Who by his wisdom did create
The painted heavens so full of states

For his, &c.
Who did the solid earth ordain
To rise above the watery plain :

For his, &c.


Who by his all-commanding might
Did fill the new-made world with lights

For his, &c.
And caused the golden-tressèd sun
All the day long his course to run:

For his, &c.
The hornèd moon to shine by night,
Amongst her spangled sisters bright:

For his, &c.
He with his thunder-clasping hand
Smote the first-born of Egypt land:

For his, &c.
And in despite of Pharaoh fell,
He brought from thence his Israel:

For his, &c.
The ruddy waves he cleft in twain,
Of the Erythræan main :1

For his, &c.
The floods stood still like walls of glass,
While the Hebrew bands did pass :

For his, &c.
But full soon they did devour
The tawny king with all his power i

For his, &c.
His chosen people he did bless
In the wasteful wilderness :

For his, &c.
In bloody battle he brought down
Kings of prowess and renown:

For his, &c.
He foil'd bold Seon and his hosty
That ruled the Amorrean coast:

For his, &c.

· Red Sea

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