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Their tribute hither bring:
Here crown'd with everlasting joy,

In hymns of praise their tongues employ,
And hail th' immortal King:

Great Salem's King; who bids each state
On her decrees dependent wait;

In her, ere time begun,
High on eternal base uprear'd
His hands the regal seat prepar'd
For Jesse's favour'd son.

Mother of cities! o'er thy head

See Peace, with healing wings outspread, Delighted fix her stay!

How blest, who calls himself thy friend! Success his labours shall attend,

And safely guard his way.

Thy walls, remote from hostile fear,
Nor the loud voice of tumult hear,
Nor war's wild wastes deplore;
There smiling Plenty takes her stand,
And in thy courts, with lavish hand,
Has pour'd forth all her store.

Let me, blest seat, my name behold
Among thy citizens enroll'd,

In thee for ever dwell:

Let Charity my steps attend,

My sole companion and my friend,

And Faith and Hope farewell!

MERRICK

PSALM CXXV.

THOSE who, with holy confidence,
Trust on the Lord for their defence;
Secur❜d by his protecting hand,
Shall stedfast as mount Sion stand.

And as the mighty hills surround
Majestic Salem's hallow'd ground,
So round his people, widely spread,
Shall God his guardian influence shed.

Far from that people shall he still
Remove the dang'rous powers of ill,
Lest they infect his favour'd race,
And turn them from the paths of grace.

That God, whose law is virtue's guide,
Will humble all the sons of pride,
And fill alone the righteous breast
With Israel's joy, and Israel's rest.

MASON.

(Altered from the Old Version.)

PSALM CXXVI.

THE whole of this Psalm is neat, perspicuous, and connected; and we may challenge criticism to rival its delicacy, or to parallel its elegance, from any repository of genius.

PSALM CXXVII.

MAN a new Babel does erect,
Where God is not the architect:

In vain the watchman breaks his sleep.
Unless the Lord the city keep.

HURDIS.

In vain we rise before the light,"
And lose the soft repose of night;
Fed with the bread of care we live,
But God to his sweet rest does give.

He sends his blessings from above,
On the chaste fruits of nuptial love;
Like arrows from a giant's bow,
Sons shall destroy their father's foe:
Whose quiver can such shafts supply,
May in the gate his foe defy.

Sir J. DENHAM,

PSALM CXXX.*.

FROM depth of dole wherein my soul doth dwell, From heavy heart which harbours in my breast, From troubled sprite which seldom taketh rest, From hope of heaven, from dread of darksome hell, O gracious God, to thee I cry and yell:

* George Gascoigne, a poet of some fame in the early part of the reign of Queen Elizabeth, was born at Walthamstow, in Essex, and educated at both Universities: after travelling he returned to Gray's Inn, of which he was a member, and

My God, my Lord, my lovely Lord alone,

To thee I call, to thee I make my moan;

And thon, good God, vouchsafe in grace to take
This woful plaint,

Wherein I faint,

Oh hear me then for thy great mercy's sake!

2.

Oh bend thine ears attentively to hear,
Oh turn thine eyes, behold me now I wail,
O hearken, Lord, give ear for mine avail,
O mark in mind the burthens that I bear;
See how I sink in sorrows every where,
Behold and see what dolours I endure,
Give ear and mark what plaints I put in ure,
Bend willing ear, and pity therewithal

My wailing voice,

Which hath no choice

But evermore upon thy name to call.

wrote there his dramatic and other poems. The latter part of his life he spent at his native village of Walthamstow, where he died in 1578.

He had the character of a polite gentleman, an eloquent and witty courtier; et vir inter pootas sui sæculi præstantissimus.-BERKENHOUT, Biographiq Literaria.

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