Jewish Battle Song. Ho! Princes of Jacob! the strength and the stay Like a pard in the desert she maketh her moan: Up, with war-horse and banner, with spear and with sword, On the spoiler go down in the might of the Lord! She lay sleeping in beauty, more fair than the moon, Their legions and cohorts are fair to behold, Will they laugh at the hind they have struck to the earth, O, say, will they mock us, when down on the plain JEWISH BATTLE SONG. They come with their plumes tossing haughty and free, And white as the crest of the old hoary sea; Yet they float not so fierce as the wild lion's mane, To whose lair ye have track'd him, whose whelps ye have slain; But, dark mountain archer! your sinews to-day Must be strong as the spear-shaft to drive in the prey. And the tribes are all gathering;-the valleys ring out To the peal of the trumpet,—the timbrel-the shout: When they perill'd their lives to the death in the fray; Like Sisera's rolls the foe's chariot wheel, And he comes, like the Philistine, girded in steel; GEORGE LUNT. The Harvest of the Lord. THE angel comes, he comes to reap O'er all the earth, with fatal sweep, And who are they in sheaves, to bide And who are they reserved in store, God's treasure-house to fill? O King of mercy! grant us power Thy fiery wrath to flee! In thy destroying angel's hour Oh, gather us to thee! MILMAN. கு |