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“He grew, by truth and faithfulness,
In favor near the throne;
A Goshen for their own;
Who knew not Joseph's worth, Moses, defying ISRAEL's foes,
In triumph led them forth.
“Like walls, the sea on either hand
Rose at the voice of God;
In safety walk'd dry shod :
To guide their path were given;
Their food came down from heaven.
“'Twere needless for me to recount
The blessings God supplied,
By JORDAN's hallow'd tide;
Bearing, at God's command, Stones of memorial from its bed,
And reach'd the PROMIS'D LAND!
“How there they fought, and triumph'd there,
And sinn'd, and suffer'd too,
And tyrant's yoke prove true.
Then glorious, to recall,
Of SAMUEL, DAVID, SAUL;
« Or Solomon's, whose zeal uprear'd
A temple to the LORD;
For their resistless sword.
Were powers prophetic lent,
Sin's righteous chastisement.
« Then liv'd ELIJAH, mighty seer!
By ravens daily fed,
A life of wonders led :
A prophet's sacred claim,
With car and steeds of flame!
“ELISHA, too, who humbly caught
His mantle in its fall,
His high and holy call :
Bewail'd her infant's death,
Recall’d its parted breath!
“Nor less, though by a CAPTIVE MAID,
Was Israel's God reveal'd;
He wash'd, and he was heald!
Of guile thought meet to show; GEHAZI from his presence went
A leper, white as snow !
“But words would fail me, should I dwell
· On each surprising deed Written in Scripture's chronicle,
For after-times to read:
Afar, but fled in vain,
Down in the billowy main:
“How Time paus'd in his onward race,
At HEZEKIAH's prayer,
The backward shadow there:
Idols of wood and stone, 'Till JUDAH's altars' incense burn'd
TO JUDAH's God alone.
“How, captives sad, by BABEL's streams,
The sons of Zion, still,
Remember'd Zion's HILL;
Mute lips, and skilless hand,
Far from their FATHERS' LAND.
“Ilow DANIEL, on his bended knee,
Defied the lions' ire; How calmly walked the FAITHFUL THREE,
Unharm'd, amid the fire, Untouched their clothes, unsinged their hair,
The furnace floor they trod, Because a fourth walk'd with them there,
Like to the Son of God.
“How BABYLON's imperious KING,
When pride his heart had steeld, A humbled, throneless, crownless thing,
Ate herbage in the field;
That sire had felt before,
His kingdom was no more.
“And last, how HAMAN, for his guilt,
Hung on that gallows high
That he thereon might die.
Wake wonder, love, and praise, That somewhat like a wish were mine
To have lived in Bible days ?”
READER, I own thou speakest sooth:
Those glorious days of yore
Our humbled hearts adore.
And discontented brow,
But count thy blessings now.