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Ver. When through his temples she had pierc'd,

And striken on the spot ;
Then, fearless, she his fetter'd head,

From off his shoulders (mote.
27 Thus at her feet he bow'd, he fell,

And struggling lay decoy'd ;
Prostrate he fell; and where he bow'd,

There down he fell destroy'd.
28 Sis'ra's vain mother (swelld in thought,

That she him victor spy'd,)
From out the window glaring look'd,

And through the lattess cry'd;
“ Why stays so long his conquering car,

With trophies at his heels
Triumphant led ? Why tarry thus

“ His rapid chariot-wheels ?”
Her ladies wise about her made;

An answer to her mind;
Yea, she herself did to herself

The following answer find;
30 “ Have they not sped ? and is not this

“ The reason of their stay?
“ That full they may the booty view,

" And destribute the prey ?
“ To every man a maid or two,

By poll to call their dues;
" To Sisera, beyond the reft,

“ A prey of divers hews?
“ Of party-colour'd needle-work,

“ Wrought so upon each side,
“ Meet for the necks of them that do

“ The joyful spoil divide.?" 31 So let thy foes all perish, Lord

But let thy friends uprigh
Be like the fun, when gois

In his refiftless might.



HANNAH'S Song of Thanksgiving to God,

1 Sam. ii. 1o.
Ver. My heart doth in the Lord rejoice ;



My horn's exalted high :
My mouth's enlarg'd above my foes;

For in my help I joy.
2 There is none holy as the Lord;

For none can equal thee :
Nor any rock with fuccour stor'd,

Like to our God can be.
3 Let no more proud presumptuous chat,

From out your mouth proceed ;
The Lord's a God of knowledge great,

By him are actions weigh'd.
4 The boasted bows of mighty men

Are broke in fheards at length:
But, lo! the stumbling train

Are girt about with strength.
The full have hir'd themselves for corn;

The hungry cease to moan :
The barren woman seven hath born;

The fertile feeble grown.
6 God kills and quickens these that die;

Brings to the grave, and fro:
7 Makes poor and rich ; degrades the high,

And elevates the low.
8 From out the dust the poor he rears,

From dung the beggar brings,
To fit with peers, and hold, as heirs,

The pompous throne of kings :
For, to the Lord of lords alone

Earth's pillars appertain ;
He fets the lower world thereon,

The sov’reign o'er the swain.
9 Of saints he'll keep the foopt eps ev'a,

But lay proud foes in jail
Of filent darkness; for 'gainft Hear'a,

By strength thall none prevail.

Ver. The adversaries of the Lord

Shall broken be to fhreads :
He out of Heav'n the wrath they storld,

Shall thunder on their heads.
He'll jully judge the earth all o'er,

His King he'll fortify;
And his Anointed's horn and pow'r,

Men fall exalted fee.

SONG XI. David's Lamentation over Saul and Jonathan. 2 Sam. i. 19,–27.

19 THE flow?r of Isra’l, ah! is slain

Upon thy places high :
How are the mighty fall'n amain,

And down fo suddenly !
20 O! tell it not in Gath among

The heathen people there;
Nor in the streets of Ashkelon,

These doleful news declare.
Lelt Philistines, their daughters pleas'd,

Should Alush'd with gladness be:
Lest daughters of the uncircumcis'd

Should boalt triumphantly. 21 Ye mountains of Gilboa fad,

Let no more dew nor rain,
Nor fertile fields of off'ring glad

Henceforth on you remain :
For shields of mighty men were there

Lost, with a shameful foil;
The shield of Saul, as if he ne'er

Had shar'd th' anointing oil.
22 From blood of slain, from fat of strong,

Nor Jon'than's bow turn'd back;
Nor Saul's drawn rapier from among

Their foes without effect.
23 Courageous Saul, and Jon'than rare,

Both lovely ones and sweet :
They in their lives most pleasant were,

And in their death unite :

Ver. More swift than eagle's wing'd they were,

More strong than lions great.
24 Weep, ye that Ifra'l's daughters are,

O'er Saul's: unhappy fate ;
Who cloth'd you rich in scarlet fine,

Delightful to behold,
And caus'd your studded raiment shine

With ornaments of gold.
25 How 'midst the battle, shamefully,

Are fall’n the mighty men !
O Jon’than! on the palces high,

Ev’n thou, alas! waft flain.
26 Jon’than, my brother dear, my mate ;

Diflrefs'd I am for thee;
Dear waft thou at the highest rate,

And pleasant unto me:
Thy wondrous love to me furpafs’d

The love of women far.
27 How have the mighty fall'n, and lost

The inflruments of war!

David's Prayer and Tbanksgiving, after God's

Promise to build bim a Sure House, and to bless
bim and his Seed: pointing at Christ and bis

2 Sam. vii. 18.-29. compared with 1 Chron. xvii. 16,427. Verses LORD, who am I, even worthless I! 18 16 And what's my house that thou,

Ev’n thou, halt rais’d me up fo high,

And brought me hitherto?
19 17 Yet more than this, which unto thee

A thing but small appear’d,
Thou said'st, Thy servant's house shall be

To future ages rear’d;
And halt, O God, in favour great,

Regarded abject me,
According to the princely state

Of one of high degree.

Verses Expreffons fail me to relate
20 18

Thy favours shown to me;
And for thy servant's honour great

What more can added be?
Is this the manner, O Most High,

Of man on earth? Sure no.
What more can David say to thee?

Thou dost thy servant know. 21 19 Thou for thy word, thy fervant's fake,

As with thy heart's design,
This store so great and good doft make

All known to me and mine, 22 20 Thy greatness then, O Lord, appears ;

And goodness uncompar'd :
No God like thee, (no mortal cars

Thine equal ever heard.)
23 21 And what one nation here below

Is like thy people known,
Whom God-Redeemer went unto

To win them for his own ?
That driving nations out by them,

Who were from Egypt freed,
Thou mightest make to thee a name

Of greatness and of dread;
Great things for Ifra'l, yea, for thee,

The great Redeemer plods,
To set thee from the nations free,

And from their naughty gods. 24 22 For, Lord, thou hast confirm'd for thine,

Thy people Ifra'l still,
And to become their God and mine,

Was ev’n thy foy'reign will, 25 23 What for my house and me was spoke,

Firm then for ay be made ;
And never, Lord, thy word revoke,

But do as thou hast said,
26 24 Firm be it, that thy fame abroad

May still be publish'd, thus,
* The Lord of hosts is Isra'l's God,

* Whofe God is God with us,

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