VIII. Yet still, through each revolving year, I've hovered o'er my favourite isle ; And seen my sons with hearts sincere, Exulting in my sacred smile. From Indian fields, and Afric's shore, The cry of vengeance comes no more, No curses wafted o'er the main ; I joyous hear the glad acclaim, That echoes forth Britannia's name, The land where FREEDOM holds her lasting reign! And now, to prove Your patriot love, Your foes combined, have many a menace hurled; And hope for Valour's just reward, When hapless Man sees WAR's red banner furled; And PEACE expands her fostering wings, to soothe a suf fering world.' HYMNS FROM SCRIPTURE. AFTER THE MANNER OF THOSE USED IN THE CHURCH OF SCOTLAND. Leviticus xxvi. 3-7 inclusive. THUS speaks the LORD, to those who walk In heavenly Wisdom's way, Who His commands with stedfast heart, And constant care obey; 6 Refreshing showers shall glad the soil; Revolving seasons still shall find Your barns with plenty stored; And cheerful health with fulness, still Surround your joyful board. Protected by the ALMIGHTY's arm, Your dwelling shall be sure; At morn, his hand shall guide your steps; At night, your bed secure. • When nations kindling into rage, Awake the din of War, Fear not the battle's thundering shout, That echoes from afar: The foe that seeks your happy vales, Your conquering sword shall chase : JEHOVAH'S arm is full of might, To save his chosen race.' Isaiah, liv. 7-10 inclusive. Lift up your heads and cease to mourn, In dark affliction's hour; And know, my tender mercy reigns, Unbounded as my power. |