Long time we bow'd, and still beneath the yoke Should bow, but God's strong arm the fetters broke. Loud as a thunderclap, the rescue came, And foil'd the mighty hunter of his game. The dragon watch, and, mad with anguish, wail. Unfelt, unfear'd; retiring, and remote. Hark, in the gale a softer note succeeds! The soul looks ling'ring; Faith the promise pleads. O Lamb of God, the joyful sound increase! Enlarge thy tents, th' abodes of perfect peace! Stretch forth that sceptre, which shall awe the world, When hostile monarchs from their thrones are hurl'd. XIV. Age after age rolls on ;-like passing clouds, Of grand events the destin'd phalanx crowds, Succeeding and succeeded; closing fast, Eventful all, but most of all the last. Such things as we have seen, the saints interr'd We not less anxious to behold the pow'r, Now working, finish'd in a future hour. The same sure sign, as they possess'd, have we, That what the Spirit hath foreshown shall be. Of this, the word perform'd in every age, To them, to us is one unerring pledge. One is the Author of our faith, the Friend, By whom the work began, by whom shall end: Not like frail creature, subject to the laws Of force, nor influenc'd by a second cause; But has within himself all pow'r confin'd; Unbiass'd will, and unrepenting mind. To whom all things, consistent with his view Each in th' appointed time, as he shall see Not to enlarge his glory, strength, or sway, Which will not bear addition or decay, But, by a living witness, to record His justice, mercy, pow'r, and faithful word. Inferior lights to outward darkness fall; XV. Wide as the sun his friendly light displays, XVI. Thus when the stranger, with unsparing pow'r, Laid low the crest of Salem's regal tower; The priest and people, joining hearts and hands, Defil'd his courts with gods of heathen lands. With scorn the preacher, and his God they sham'd. Nor pow'r nor pray'r could save the guilty race, Nor Zion's altar, God's own dwelling place; Tho' for their safety a sure guard believ'd;— A guard for sin, oh, fatally deceiv'd! When the fierce Chaldee smote, with ruthless rage, The people of each rank, and sex, and age; Or spar'd to suffer, in a foreign soil, Pangs worse than death, and with a bondsman's toil. Here, far from Salem's broken wall remov'd, Faith found her sons, by their allegiance prov'd. Yet that the Lord was near at their request, Let the rare vict'ry which they won attest, |