In yon proud palace to disown His hand Who thus has saved him: should he e'er embrace Mir. Then to dispel thy fears and crown thy joy, Hear farther wonders.-know, the gen'rous Princess To thine own care thy darling child commits. Joch. Speak, while my joy will give me leave to listen! Mir. By her commission'd, thou behold'st me here, To seek a matron of the Hebrew race To nurse him thou, my mother, art that matron. Joch. Fountain of mercy! whose pervading eye Joch. O! I will fill his tender soul with virtue, And warm his bosom with devotion's flame! Aid me, celestial Spirit! with thy grace, And be my labours with thy influence crown'd! With God's whole armour,* girt with sacred truth, * 2 Thess. v. Ephes. vi. Inur'd to watching and dispos'd to prayer; Joch. O Amram! O my husband! when thou com'st, Wearied at night, to rest thee from the toils All human foresight, and converts the means Joch. Had not my child been doom'd to such strange perils As a fond mother trembles to recall, He had not been preserv❜d. Mir. And mark still farther; Had he been saved by any other hand, He had been still expos'd to equal ruin. Joch. Then let us join to bless the hand of Heaven, That this poor outcast of the house of Israel, Condemn'd to die by Pharaoh, kept in secret By my advent'rous fondness; then expos'd E'en by that very fondness which conceal'd him, Is now, to fill the wondrous round of mercy, Preserv'd from perishing by Pharaoh's daughter, Saved by the very hand which sought to crush him! Wise and unsearchable are all thy ways, Thou God of mercies!-Lead me to my child! DAVID AND GOLIATH: SACRED DRAMA. O bienheureux mille fois, Et du méchant l'abord contagieux ATHALIE |