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Ver. When through his temples fhe had pierc'd,
Then, fearless, fhe his fetter'd head,
27 Thus at her feet he bow'd, he fell,
Proftrate he fell; and where he bow'd,
28 Sis'ra's vain mother (fwell'd in thought,
Her ladies wife about her made;
An answer to her mind;
Yea, fhe herfelf did to herself
The following answer find;
"Have they not sped? and is not this
"That full they may the booty view,
"To every man a maid or two,
"By poll to call their dues;
"The joyful fpoil divide?"
So let thy foes all perish, Lord
But let thy friends uprigh
Be like the fun, when goi
HANNAH'S Song of Thanksgiving to God. 1 Sam. ii. 1,-10.
Y heart doth in the Lord rejoice;
My mouth's enlarg'd above my foes;
2 There is none holy as the Lord;
Nor any rock with fuccour ftor'd,
3 Let no more proud prefumptuous chat,
4. The boafted bows of mighty men.
Are girt about with ftrength.
5 The full have hir'd themselves for corn;
The barren woman feven hath born;
6 God kills and quickens these that die;
Makes poor and rich; degrades the high,
And elevates the low.
8 From out the duft the poor he rears,
9 Of faints he'll keep the fooptfteps ev'n,
Of filent darkness; for 'gainft Heav'n,
Ver. The adverfaries of the Lord
Shall broken be to fhreads:
He out of Heav'n the wrath they ftor'd,
He'll justly judge the earth all o'er,
And his Anointed's horn and pow'r,
DAVID'S Lamentation over SAUL and JONATHAN. 2 Sam. i. 19,-27.
HE flow'r of Ifra'l, ah! is flain
How are the mighty fall'n amain,
20 O! tell it not in Gath among
Left Philiftines, their daughters pleas'd,
21 Ye mountains of Gilboa fad,
Let no more dew nor rain,
For fhields of mighty men were there
22 From blood of flain, from fat of strong,
23 Courageous Saul, and Jon'than rare,
They in their lives moft pleasant were,
Ver. More fwift than eagle's wing'd they were,
24 Weep, ye that Ifra'l's daughters are,
Who cloth'd you rich in fcarlet fine,
And caus'd your ftudded raiment fhine
25 How 'midft the battle, fhamefully,
26 Jon'than, my brother dear, my mate;
Dear waft thou at the highest rate,
Thy wond'rous love to me furpafs'd
DAVID'S Prayer and Thanksgiving, after GOD'S
with Chron. xvii. 16,-27.
Verfes ORD, who am I, even worthless I!
And brought me hitherto?
19 17 Yet more than this, which unto thee.
Thou faid'ft, Thy fervant's house shall be
And haft, O God, in favour great,'
Regarded abject me,
According to the princely flate
Of one of high degree.
Verfes Expreffions fail me to relate
Thy favours fhown to me;
Is this the manner, O Moft High,
21 19 Thou for thy word, thy fervant's fake,
This flore fo great and good doft make
22 20 Thy greatnefs then, O Lord, appears; And goodnefs uncompar'd:
No God like thee, (no mortal ears
23 21 And what one nation here below
That driving nations out by them,
14 22 For, Lord, thou haft confirm'd for thine, Thy people Ifra'l ftill,
And to become their God and mine,
Was ev'n thy foy'reign will,
25 23 What for my houfe and me was fpoke, Firm then for ay be made;
And never, Lord, thy word revoke,
26 24 Firm be it, that thy fame abroad