While Zion's fall in sad remembrance rose,
Her friends, her children, mingled with the dead.

2 The tuneless harp, that once with joy we strung,
When praise employed and mirth inspired the lay,
In mournful silence, on the willows hung,

And growing grief prolonged the tedious day.

3 Our hard oppressors, to increase our woe,
With taunting smiles a song of Zion claim;
Bid sacred praise in strains melodious flow,
While they blaspheme the great Jehovah's name.

4 But how, in heathen chains, and lands unknown,
Shall Israel's sons a song of Zion raise ?
O hapless Salem, God's terrestrial throne,
Thou land of glory, sacred mount of praise.
5 If e'er my memory lose thy lovely name,

If my cold heart neglect my kindred race,
Let dire destruction seize this guilty frame:
My hand shall perish, and my voice shall cease.


[C. P. M.]

Universal Praise.

TUNE-" Meribah."


1 BEGIN, my soul, the exalted lay,
Let each enraptured thought obey,
And praise the Almighty's name :
Lo! heaven and earth, and seas and skies,
In one melodious concert rise,

To swell the inspiring theme.

2 Thou heaven of heavens, His vast abode,
Ye clouds, proclaim your Maker God;
Ye thunders, speak His power:

Lo! on the lightning's fiery wing
In triumph walks the eternal King:
The astonished worlds adore.

3 Ye deeps, with roaring billows rise,
To join the thunders of the skies,
Praise Him, who bids you roll:-
His praise in softer notes declare,
Each whispering breeze of yielding air,
And breathe it to the soul.

4 Wake, all ye soaring throngs and sing;
Ye feathered warblers of the spring,
Harmonious anthems raise

To Him who shaped your finer mould,
Who tipped your glittering wings with gold,
And tuned your voice to praise.

5 Let man, by nobler passions swayed,
Let man, in God's own image made,
His breath in praise employ;

Spread wide his Maker's name around,
Till heaven shall echo back the sound,
songs of holy joy.





The Lord is my Shepherd.

TUNE-" Portuguese Hymn."

Vide also "Nason's Vocal Class Book," p. 90.

1 THE Lord is my shepherd, no want shall I know;
I feed in green pastures, safe folded I rest;
He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow;
Restores me when wandering, redeems when op-

2 Through the valley and shadow of death though I


Since Thou art my guardian, no evil I fear;
Thy rod shall defend me, Thy staff be my stay;
No harm can befall with my Comforter near.
3 In the midst of affliction my table is spread;

With blessings unmeasured my cup runneth o'er,
With perfume and oil Thou anointest my head;
O what shall I ask of Thy Providence more?
4 Let Goodness and Mercy, my bountiful God,
Still follow my steps till I meet Thee above;
I seek, by the path which my forefathers trod
Through the land of their sojourn, Thy kingdom
of love.

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