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Fly, Misraim, fly!"-The ravenous floods they see, And, fiercer than the floods, the Deity.

"Fly, Misraim, fly!"-From Edom's coral strand
Again the prophet stretch'd his dreadful wand :-
With one wild crash the thundering waters sweep,
And all is waves-a dark and lonely deep-
Yet o'er those lonely waves such murmurs past,
As mortal wailing swell'd the nightly blast:
And strange and sad the whispering breezes bore
The groans of Egypt to Arabia's shore.

Oh! welcome came the morn, where Israel stood
In trustless wonder by th' avenging flood!
Oh! welcome came the cheerful morn, to show
The drifted wreck of Zoan's pride below;
The mangled limbs of men—the broken car—
A few sad relics of a nation's war:
Alas, how few!-Then, soft as Elim's well,
The precious tears of new-born freedom fell.
And he, whose harden'd heart alike had borne
The house of bondage and th' oppressor's scorn,
The stubborn slave, by hope's new beams subdued,
In faltering accents sobb'd his gratitude-
Till kindling into warmer zeal, around
The virgin timbrel waked its silver sound:
And in fierce joy, no more by doubt supprest,
The struggling spirit throbb'd in Miriam's breast.
She, with bare arms, and fixing on the sky

The dark transparence of her lucid eye,

Pour'd on the winds of heaven her wild sweet harmony.

“Where now,” she sang,

"the tall Egyptian spear? On's sun-like shield, and Zoan's chariot, where? Above their ranks the whelming waters spread. Shout, Israel, for the Lord hath triumphed!"And every pause between as Miriam sang, From tribe to tribe the martial thunder rang, And loud and far their stormy chorus spread,"Shout, Israel, for the Lord hath triumphed!"

HYMNS.

ADVENT SUNDAY.

HOSANNA to the living Lord!
Hosanna to the incarnate Word!
To Christ, Creator, Saviour, King,
Let earth, let Heaven, Hosanna sing!

Hosanna! Lord! Hosanna in the highest!

Hosanna, Lord! Thine angels cry;
Hosanna, Lord! Thy saints reply;
Above, beneath us, and around,
The dead and living swell the sound

Hosanna! Lord! Hosanna in the highest !

Oh, Saviour! with protecting care,
Return to this Thy house of prayer !
Assembled in Thy sacred name,

Where we Thy parting promise claim!

Hosanna! Lord! Hosanna in the highest!

But, chiefest, in our cleansed breast,
Eternal! bid Thy spirit rest,

And make our secret soul to be

A temple pure, and worthy Thee!

Hosanna! Lord! Hosanna in the highest!

So, in the last and dreadful day,

When earth and heaven shall melt away,
Thy flock, redeem'd from sinful stain,

Shall swell the sound of praise again:

Hosanna! Lord! Hosanna in the highest!

SECOND SUNDAY IN ADVENT.

NO. I.

THE Lord will come! the earth shall quake,
The hills their fixed seat forsake;

And, withering, from the vault of night
The stars withdraw their feeble light.

The Lord will come! but not the same
As once in lowly form He came,
A silent Lamb to slaughter led,
The bruised, the suffering, and the dead.

The Lord will come! a dreadful form,
With wreath of flame, and robe of storm,
On cherub wings, and wings of wind,
Anointed Judge of human-kind!

Can this be He who wont to stray
A pilgrim on the world's highway;
By power oppress'd, and mock'd by pride?
Oh God! is this the crucified?

Go, tyrants! to the rocks complain!
Go, seek the mountains cleft in vain!
But faith, victorious o'er the tomb,
Shall sing for joy-the Lord is come!

SECOND SUNDAY IN ADVENT.

NO. II.

IN the sun and moon and stars

Signs and wonders there shall be; Earth shall quake with inward wars, Nations with perplexity.

Soon shall ocean's hoary deep,

Toss'd with stronger tempests, rise;
Darker storms the mountains sweep,
Redder lightning rend the skies.

Evil thoughts shall shake the proud,
Racking doubt and restless fear;

And, amid the thunder-cloud,

Shall the Judge of men appear.

But though from that awful face

Heaven shall fade and earth shall fly,

Fear not ye, His chosen race,

Your redemption draweth nigh!