Thy retinue, princesses grace,

Unfold the ivory palace-gate!
Long on the threshold has He stood

For her He purchased with His blood!

They come, they come, from earth's far bounds,

With joy and tributary stores,—

Gentile with Jew in concert sounds

Her fame, while she her Lord adores :
Though death shall tear a thousand ties,
Endless successions shall arise.

Lord, King, and Bridegroom! Hark the Voice
Which makes Thy name for ever known!
And still all people shall rejoice

In choral hymns to its renown!
Thousands of years have passed away,―
The Scripture is fulfilled this day.

PSALM THE FORTY-SEVENTH.

MESSIAH has triumphed! To the skies with our shout! Death, threatening and mocking, His arm overthrows! From the Grave springs Almighty! His foes fly in rout! And over the earth as its monarch he goes!

Messiah has triumphed! Far diffuses His power
And kingdoms which raged are won to His side!
The nations He gives to the Church for her dower,
And delights in the excellency of His Bride!

Messiah has triumphed! With a warrior's cry,
With a conqueror's clang, with a kingly state,
He rises to wield His dominion on high,—

While rolls back in welcome each heavenly gate.

Messiah has triumphed!

The diadems bring

Let earth still prolong

To honour His state!

The praises of Jesus, the glorified King,

With heart's ardent, and mind's reflective, song.

Messiah has triumphed! The Idolater yields!
The long-stubborn Hebrew to Calvary bends!
Peoples, Princes, submit! Earth hangs up her shields,
To trophy the throne which now He ascends.

PSALM THE SEVENTY-SECOND.

SON of the Eternal King!

Tidings spread Thy peace around!
Mountain-summits with it ring,-

Hill-sides echo with the sound!

No inglorious peace He sends;

Judgment, righteousness, its grounds!

Need's poor children He defends;
Sceptred tyrants He confounds!

Long as yonder sun shall burn,
And night's planet gleam o'er sea,
Shall each generation turn
Reverently its eye to Thee!

But unlike those rolling orbs
Is the glory of this scene,-
"T is as dew which earth absorbs,
Silent, soft, on pastures green.

Righteous worth and gentle peace

Shall adorn earth's deepmost vales,

Flourishing with rich increase

Till moon's latest crescent fails.

Who shall bound His glorious reign?
Throw its limits backward still,-

To where tosses farthest main,

To where pulses nascent rill.

Prowlers of the savage wild

Bow before His claims as just: Though His enemies have piled

High their seats, they bite the dust.

There shall come each potentate
And a princely tribute pay,—
Isle and Continental state,-
All the nations shall obey!

Where the tear He 'll not repress ?
Where the moan He cannot hush?
Where the wrong He 'll not redress?
Where the foe He cannot crush?

Martyr-blood in streams may flow,—
He shall give it precious worth!
Heavenward shall its incense go!
Deep its seed shall sink in earth!

All confess His endless throne!

Mines heave up their golden store ! Suppliance pours its ceaseless tone! And, unpausing, all adore!

From the driven seed, the wind

Bears to some rude, sterile, height,

Who can seek his sheaves to bind?
What secure from hopeless blight?

Yet His cause like this might seem,-
Weak its springing, scathed its field,—
Suddenly His harvests teem!

Rural, civic, trophies yield!

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His a Name 'bove every name,
With undying honour crowned!
Sun! to it how pale thy flame,

Short thy time, confined thy bound!

O what blessings, lavished wide,
Cover all the woes of man,-
As heaven's rainbows soft bestride
All the gloom beneath their span.

Hark! what rapturous hymns arise
Where the Ensign-Cross He rears!
Songs are tuning out of sighs,

Smiles are wreathing out of tears!

All shall bless Him! Lift thy voice
Earth, and sea, and firmament!
Acclamation of your joys

Peal out in one chorus blent!

Blessed God of Israel!

Working marvels of His love!
He with us descends to dwell
From His glorious sphere above!

Blessing, honour, glory, power,
Aye His glorious name maintain!
Let the loud hosanna tower,
Filling heaven with its strain!

Let the blest Immanuel's glory
Like a golden ocean roll,-
Merging every mountain hoary,
Swelling to the farthest pole!

Amen, Amen!As he sung

Israel's singer rose to heaven,-
All had been too tensely strung,-

Charm, and harp, and heart, were riven !

PSALM THE EIGHTY-FOURTH.

In vain, with all his art and fire,

The Chief Musician strikes his chord;
And, rapt in transport, would aspire
To sing Thy tabernacles, Lord!
Thy hosts could not their sweetness tell,-
Oh who can say, How amiable?

My soul is lost in this intent,

With this fond wish it sinks opprest,
To be where Thou the heaven hast bent
To come down to an earthly rest!
My varied powers of soul and frame
Now for the Living God exclaim!

Instinctive yearnings never erred,
Since Temple-pinnacle arose,
To prompt towards it the parent bird
Seeking protection from its foes:

There would it flutter, brood, and sing,
Warbling Thy praise, my God and King!

Supremely blest, in filial right,

Is the Celestial family!

They dwell for ever in Thy sight,
Attuning holy harmony!

Their strains they endlessly fulfil,—
Ages revolve, they 're praising still!

And he is blest, whose pilgrim road
Is firmly travelled in Thine aid!
Who passes on to Thine abode

From strength to strength's untiring grade,Nor his a solitary part,

A social way is in his heart!