IN Judah's halls the harp is hush'd,
Her voice is but the voice of pain;
The heathen heel her helm has crush'd,
Her spirit wears the heathen chain.
From the dark prison house she cried,
"How long, oh Lord, thy sword has slept!
Oh quell the oppressor in his pride!"

Still Pharaoh ruled, and Israel wept.

The morning breezes freshly blow,

The waves in golden sunlight quiver;
The Hebrew's daughter wanders slow
Beside the mighty idol river.
A babe within her bosom lay,-

And must she plunge him in the deep? She raised her eyes to heaven to pray; She turn'd them down to earth to weep.

She knelt beside the rushing tide,

'Mid rushes dark, and flow'rets wild; Beneath the plane tree's shadow wide,

The weeping mother placed her child. "Peace be around thee-though thy bed

A mother's breast no more may be ; Yet he that shields the lily's head,

Deserted babe, will watch o'er thee!"

She's gone! that mourning mother! gone
List to the sound of dancing feet,
And lightly bounding one by one,
A lovely train the timbrel beat.

'Tis she of Egypt-Pharaoh's daughter, That with her maidens come to lave Her form of beauty in the water,

And light with beauty's glance the wave.

Oh! woman's heart is like the rose,
That glows beneath the tropic's flame,
That blooms as sweet 'mid northern snows,
For ever lovely-and the same.
Whate'er her rank, whate'er her lot,
Where'er her gentle influence ranges,
The art to bless is ne'er forgot,

The will to comfort never changes.

The monarch's daughter saw and wept→→→ (How lovely falls compassion's tear!) The babe that there in quiet slept,

Blest in unconsciousness of fear. 'Twas her's to pity and to aid

The infant chief, the infant sage, Undying fame the deed repaid,

Recorded upon heaven's own page.

Years pass away-the land is free!

Daughter of Zion! mourn no more! The oppressor's hand is weak on thee, Captivity's dark reign is o'er. Thy chains are burst-thy bonds are rivenOn! like a river strong and wide: A captain is to Judah given

The babe that slept by Nile's broad tide.

SWEETEST and loveliest of those living rays Which from the fountain of the Godhead flow;

On thee may cherubim undazzled gaze,
With thee the seraphim adoring glow.

Thou art the element of heaven above,
Yet not to heaven's inhabitants confined;
The sacred joys that spring from holy love
Can bring their heaven to the lowliest mind.

With soften'd lustre, thine extended beams Have reach'd the depths of human wretchedness;

In mercy's gentle, never ceasing streams,
Mighty to save-omnipotent to bless.

Maternal tenderness less kind appears
Than his compassionate and gracious voice,
Who wept that he might dry the mourner's
tears,
[rejoice.
And mourn'd that he might lead them to

Praise him, archangels-ye who see his face, Children of Zion-let your songs arise; Sing the great mystery of redeeming grace, The joy of earth, the wonder of the skies.

Yet not by those who in his presence rest, Not by archangels can his love be told; Nor can the saints who comprehend it best Its heights and lengths and depths and breadths unfold.

None but the God of wisdom and of might
Can tell his nature or declare his name
For GOD IS LOVE--eternal-infinite--
Almighty Love--unchangeably the same.

JESUS EMMANUEL-in thee alone
Can fallen man that name and nature know;
The burning brightness of Jehovah's throne
Is circled round with thine auspicious bow.*

The rich effulgence of that love thou art,
And from thy cross its healing glories shine;
Oh be their radiance shed in many a heart,
Oh bind the love of many a heart to thine.

Then let thy worshippers reflect thy rays, And by their spirit prove their God is Love; This shall in better language speak thy praise Than songs like those which angels sing above.

*Rev. iv, 13.

VERITA.