HE foe behind, the deep before,

THE fee the red and sea:

Our hofts have dared and passed the

And Pharaoh's warriors ftrew the fhore,
And Israel's ransomed tribes are free.
Lift up, lift up your voices now!
The whole wide world rejoices now!
The Lord hath triumphed gloriously!
The Lord fhall reign victoriously!
Happy morrow,

Turning sorrow

Into peace and mirth!
Bondage ending,

Love descending

O'er the earth!

Seals affuring,
Guards securing,

Watch his earthly prison:

Seals are fhattered,

Guards are scattered,

Chrift hath risen!

No longer must the mourners weep,
Nor call departed Christians dead;
For death is hallowed into fleep
And every grave becomes a bed.
Now once more

Eden's door

Open ftands to mortal eyes;

For Chrift hath risen, and men fhall rise :
Now at last,

Old things paft,

Hope and joy and peace begin :
For Chrift hath won, and man shall win.

It is not exile, reft on high:

It is not sadness, peace from ftrife:

To fall asleep is not to die;

To dwell with Chrift is better life.
Where our banner leads us,
We may safely go:
Where our Chief precedes us,
We may face the foe.
His right arm is o'er us,

He will guide us through:

Chrift hath gone

before us;

Chriftians! follow you!

J. M. Neale. 1851.

HUS saith God of His Anointed;

THU

He fhall let my people go;

'Tis the work for Him appointed, 'Tis the work that He fhall do; And my city

He fhall found, and build it too.

He whom man with scorn refuses,
Whom the favored nation hates,
He it is Jehovah chooses,

Him the highest place awaits;
Kings and princes

Shall do homage at His gates.

He shall humble all the scorners,
He fhall fill His foes with shame;
He fhall raise and comfort mourners
By the sweetness of His name;
To the captives

He fhall liberty proclaim.

He fhall gather those that wandered;
When they hear the trumpet's sound,
They fhall join the sacred ftandard,
They fhall come and flock around ;
He fhall save them,

They shall be with glory crowned.

Thomas Kelley. 1809.

PRAYER BEFORE BATTLE.

F

ATHER, I call on thee,

Through the dun smoke and the clangor of battle, The lightning and dread thunder's rattle;

War's great Dispenser, I call on thee.

Thou, Father, lead me.

Thou, Father, lead me;

Lead me to victory, or lead me to death.
Lord, in thy hand is my breath;

Lord, as thou willeft, so lead me.
God, I would know thee.

God, I would know thee;

When, like the autumn leaves driven together,
Hofts meet in war's thunder-weather,

Source of my faith, I would know thee.
Thou, Father, bless me.

Thou, Father, bless me.

Into thy hands would my freed spirit go;
Recall it, for thou didst beftow.

In life and in death do thou bless me.
Father, I praise thee.

Father, I praise thee.

This is the field for the fight of the Lord;
Guard we our faith with the sword.

In fall or in triumph, I praise thee.
God, I give all to thee.

God, I give all to thee.

When, on the battle-field, death sends me greeting, When my warm life-blood is fleeting,

Take me, for thou haft redeemed me.

Father, I call on thee.

From the German of Körner. 1791-1813.

PSALM.

A

SAFE ftronghold our God is ftill, A trufty fhield and weapon; He'll help us clear from all the ill That hath us now o'ertaken. The ancient prince of Hell Hath risen with purpose fell; Strong mail of craft and power He weareth in this hour: On earth is not his fellow.

With force of arms we nothing can;
Full soon were we down-ridden,
But for us fights the proper man,
Whom God himself hath bidden.
Afk ye, who is this same?
Christ Jesus is his name,
The Lord Zebaoth's Son :
He, and no other one,
Shall conquer in the battle.

And were this world all devils o'er

And watching to devour us, We lay it not to heart so sore,

Not that they can overpower us.