III Nor from their blood that slaughter'd lay, Nor from the fat of strong men slain, Came Jonathan his bow away, Nor drew forth Saul his sword in vain. In death they undivided are. IV Weep, Israel's daughters, weep for Saul, V And much distressèd is my heart, Oh, how the mighty fallen are! How warlike instruments decay! GEORGE WITHER. Jehovah-Nissi. The Lord My Banner BY whom was David taught To aim the deadly blow, When he Goliath fought, And laid the Hittite low? Nor sword nor spear the stripling took, 'Twas Israel's God and King Ye feeble saints, your strength endures Who ordered Gideon forth, To storm the invaders' camp With arms of little worth, A pitcher and a lamp? The trumpets made his coming known Oh! I have seen the day When with a single word, God helping me to say, "My trust is in the Lord," My soul hath quell'd a thousand foes, But unbelief, self-will, Self-righteousness and pride, How often do they steal My weapon from my side! Yet David's Lord, and Gideon's friend, Will help his servant to the end. WILLIAM COWPER. The Song of David HE sang of God, the mighty source Of all things, that stupendous force, Of which all strength depends; From whose right arm, beneath whose eyes, All period, power, and enterprise Commences, reigns and ends. The world, the clustering spheres he made, The multitudinous abyss Where secrecy remains in bliss; Tell them I Am, Jehovah said At once, above, beneath, around, CHRISTOPHER SHARP. The Poet's Soul WOULD you know the poet's soul, Why he doth wondrous sing? Come, read the tale the Rabbis told From the orb of day, a golden ray, From the azure sky and the clouds on high, He borrowed their mingled glow, And the verdant green,-all the varying scene, Of beauteous world below. And the grateful praise for joyous days," That comes from out the heart, And the happy smile of romping child From the murmuring brook, its plaint he took And the whispering breeze amidst the trees And the dulcet note from the warbling throat Of the lark as it soared on high, And the linnet's song, as it sped along 'Neath the dome of the summer sky. And blending these beautiful things one with the other In one harmonious whole, The Lord breathed it into the sovereign bard, For such was King David's soul. ANONYMOUS. OF King David F Israel's sweetest singer now I sing, Whose muse was dipt in that inspiring dew, The cherubim and angels laid their breasts; And when his consecrated fingers struck The golden wires of his ravishing harp, He gave alarum.to the host of heaven That, wing'd with lightning, brake the clouds, and cast Their crystal armour at his conquering feet. Of this sweet poet, Jove's musician, And of his beauteous son, I press to sing: That help, divine Adonai, to conduct Their mounting feathers scorch not with the fire, And at thy feet her iron pen doth use. GEORGE PEEle. To David ISRAEL'S God-anointed warrior king, Who from the Lord of Hosts thy valor drew, And single-handed dread Goliath slew (Though boasting he swift death should on thee bring): Nor e'en yet feared when wrathful Saul did fling A furious javelin at thy head to do Thee harm, for Jesse's son that one well knew Nor yet thy triumphs nor thy hero's deeds MIRIAM SUHLER. David Do you wonder why such longing Transport, pain and love impassioned In the psalms are interwoven? Listen how God's bard was fashioned. Murmurings of brooks and fountains, Solemn sounds of winds and forests, |