England's Antiphon. George MacDonald

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people forth.

        For Jehovah great alone,

          All the gods, for awe and glory,

        Far above doth hold his throne.

        For but idols, what are they

          Whom besides mad earth adoreth?

        He the skies in frame did lay.

        Grace and honour are his guides;

          Majesty his temple storeth;

        Might in guard about him bides.

        Kindreds come! Jehovah give—

          O give Jehovah all together,

        Force and fame whereso you live.

        Give his name the glory fit:

          Take your off'rings, get you thither,

        Where he doth enshrined sit.

        Go, adore him in the place

          Where his pomp is most displayed.

        Earth, O go with quaking pace,

        Go proclaim Jehovah king:

          Stayless world shall now be stayed;

        Righteous doom his rule shall bring.

        Starry roof and earthy floor,

          Sea, and all thy wideness yieldeth,

        Now rejoice, and leap, and roar.

        Leafy infants of the wood,

          Fields, and all that on you feedeth,

        Dance, O dance, at such a good!

        For Jehovah cometh, lo!

          Lo to reign Jehovah cometh!

        Under whom you all shall go.

        He the world shall rightly guide—

          Truly, as a king becometh,

        For the people's weal provide.

      Attempting to give an ascending scale of excellence—I do not mean in subject but in execution—I now turn to the national hymn, God is our Refuge.

      PSALM XLIV

        God gives us strength, and keeps us sound—

          A present help when dangers call;

        Then fear not we, let quake the ground,

          And into seas let mountains fall;

          Yea so let seas withal

        In watery hills arise,

          As may the earthly hills appal

        With dread and dashing cries.

        For lo, a river, streaming joy,

          With purling murmur safely slides,

        That city washing from annoy,

          In holy shrine where God resides.

          God in her centre bides:

        What can this city shake?

          God early aids and ever guides:

        Who can this city take?

        When nations go against her bent,

          And kings with siege her walls enround;

        The void of air his voice doth rent,

          Earth fails their feet with melting ground.

          To strength and keep us sound,

        The God of armies arms;

          Our rock on Jacob's God we found,

        Above the reach of harms.

        O come with me, O come, and view

          The trophies of Jehovah's hand!

        What wrecks from him our foes pursue!

          How clearly he hath purged our land!

          By him wars silent stand:

        He brake the archer's bow,

          Made chariot's wheel a fiery brand,

        And spear to shivers go.

        Be still, saith he; know, God am I;

          Know I will be with conquest crowned

        Above all nations—raiséd high,

          High raised above this earthly round.

          To strength and keep us sound,

        The God of armies arms;

          Our rock on Jacob's God we found,

        Above the reach of harms.

      "The God of armies arms" is a grand line.

      Now let us have a hymn of Nature—a far finer, I think, than either of the preceding: Praise waiteth for thee.

      PSALM LXV

        Sion it is where thou art praiséd,

          Sion, O God, where vows they pay thee:

        There all men's prayers to thee raiséd,

          Return possessed of what they pray thee.

        There thou my sins, prevailing to my shame,

        Dost turn to smoke of sacrificing flame.

        Oh! he of bliss is not deceivéd, disappointed.

          Whom chosen thou unto thee takest;

        And whom into thy court receivéd,

          Thou of thy checkrole65 number makest:

        The dainty viands of thy sacred store

        Shall feed him so he shall not hunger more.

        From thence it is thy threat'ning thunder—

          Lest we by wrong should be disgracéd—

        Doth strike our foes with fear and wonder,

          O thou on whom their hopes are placéd,

        Whom either earth doth stedfastly sustain,

        Or cradle rocks the restless wavy plain.

        Thy virtue stays the mighty mountains, power.

          Girded with power, with strength abounding.

        The roaring dam of watery fountains the "dam of fountains"

          Thy beck doth make surcease her sounding. [is the ocean.

        When stormy uproars toss the people's brain,

        That civil sea to calm thou bring'st again. political, as opposed

                                                                    [to natural.

        Where earth doth end with endless ending,

          All such as dwell, thy signs affright them;

        And in thy praise their voices spending,

          Both houses of the

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