The Ethiopian stranger
His glory come to see;
With offerings of devotion,

Ships from the isles shall meet
To pour the wealth of ocean

In tribute at his feet.

Kings shall fall down before Him,
And gold and incense bring;
All nations shall adore Him,
His praise all people sing;
For He shall have dominion
O'er river, sea, and shore,
Far as the eagle's pinion

Or dove's light wing can soar.

For Him shall prayer unceasing,
And daily vows ascend;
His kingdom still increasing,
A kingdom without end;
The mountain-dews shall nourish
A seed in weakness sown,
Whose fruit shall spread and flourish,
And shake like Lebanon.

O'er every foe victorious,

He on his throne shall rest,
From age to age more glorious,
All-blessing and all-blest ;
The tide of time shall never

His covenant remove;
His name shall stand for ever:

That name to us is-Love.

PSALM LXXIII.

TRULY the Lord is good to those,

The pure

in heart, who love his name; But as for me, temptation rose,

And well-nigh cast me down to shame.

For I was envious at their state,
When I beheld the wicked rise,
And flourish in their pride elate,
No fear of death before their eyes.

Not troubled they, as others are,

Nor plagued, with all their vain pretence ; Pride like a chain of gold they wear,

And clothe themselves with violence.

Swoln are their eyes with wine and lust,
For more than heart can wish have they;
In fraud and tyranny they trust

To make the multitude their prey.

Their mouth assails the heavens; their tongue
Walks arrogantly through the earth;
Pleasure's full cups to them are wrung;
They reel in revelry and mirth.

"Who is the Lord, that we should fear
Lest He our dark devices know?
Who the Most High, that He should hear,
Or heed, the words of men below?"
Thus cry the mockers, flush'd with health,
Exulting while their joys increase;
These are th' ungodly ;-men, whose wealth
Flows like a river, ne'er to cease.

And have I cleansed my heart in vain,
And wash'd in innocence my hands?

All day afflicted, I complain,

All night I mourn in straitening bands.

Too painful this for me to view,

Till to thy temple, Lord, I went,
And then their fearful end I knew,
How suddenly their light is spent.
Surely, in slippery places set,

Down to perdition these are hurl'd;
Snared in the toils of their own net,
A spectacle to all the world.

As, from a dream when one awakes,
The phantoms of the brain take flight;
So, when thy wrath in thunder breaks,
Their image shall dissolve in night.
Abash'd, my folly then I saw ;

I seem'd before Thee like a brute;
Smit to the heart, o'erwhelm'd with awe,
I bow'd, and worshipp'd, and was mute.

Yet Thou art ever at my side;

O! still uphold me, and defend; Me by thy counsel Thou shalt guide,

And bring to glory in the end.

Whom have I, Lord! in heaven but Thee?

On earth shall none divide my heart;

Then fail my flesh, my spirit flee,

Thou mine eternal portion art.

PSALM LXXVII.

In time of tribulation,

Hear, Lord! my feeble cries;

With humble supplication,

To Thee my spirit flies:

My heart with grief is breaking,
Scarce can my voice complain;
Mine eyes, with tears kept waking,
Still watch and weep in vain.

The days of old, in vision,

Bring vanish'd bliss to view; The years of lost fruition

Their joys in pangs renew: Remember'd songs of gladness,

Through night's lone silence brought,
Strike notes of deeper sadness,
And stir desponding thought.

Hath God cast off for ever?
Can time his truth impair?
His tender mercy, never

Shall I presume to share?
Hath He his loving-kindness

Shut up in endless wrath? -No;-this is my own blindness, That cannot see his path.

I call to recollection

The years of his right hand;
And, strong in his protection,
Again through faith I stand:
Thy deeds, O Lord! are wonder;
Holy are all thy ways;
The secret place of thunder

Shall utter forth thy praise.

Thee, with the tribes assembled,
O God! the billows saw;
They saw Thee, and they trembled,
Turn'd, and stood still, with awe :
The clouds shot hail-they lighten'd;
The earth reel'd to and fro;
Thy fiery pillar brighten'd
The gulf of gloom below.

Thy way is in great waters,
Thy footsteps are not known;
Let Adam's sons and daughters
Confide in Thee alone:

Through the wild sea Thou leddest
Thy chosen flock of yore;
Still on the waves Thou treadest,
And thy redeem'd pass o'er.

PSALM LXXX.

Or old, O God! thine own right hand
A pleasant vine did plant and train;
Above the hills, o'er all the land,

It sought the sun, and drank the rain.
Its boughs like goodly cedars spread,
Forth to the river went the root;
Perennial verdure crown'd its head,
It bore, in every season, fruit.
That vine is desolate and torn,
Its scions in the dust are laid;

Rank o'er the ruin springs the thorn,

The wild boar wallows in the shade.

Lord God of Hosts! thine ear incline, Change into songs thy people's fears; Return, and visit this thy vine,

Revive thy work amidst the years.

The plenteous and continual dew

Of thy rich blessing here descend;

So shall thy vine its leaf renew,

Till o'er the earth its branches bend.

Then shall it flourish wide and far,

While realms beneath its shadow rest;

The morning and the evening star

Shall mark its bounds from east to west.

So shall thine enemies be dumb,

Thy banish'd ones no more enslaved,

The fulness of the Gentiles come,

And Israel's youngest born be saved.