SONGS OF ZION; BEING Emitations of Psalms. 66 PREFACE. In the following imitations of portions of the true Songs of Zion," the Author pretends not to have succeeded better than any that have gone before him; but, having followed in the track of none, he would venture to hope, that, by avoiding the rugged literality of some, and the diffusive paraphrases of others, he may, in a few instances, have approached nearer than either of them have generally done to the ideal model of what devotional poems, in a modern tongue, grounded upon the subjects of ancient psalms, yet suited for Christian edification, ought to be. Beyond this he dare not say more than that, whatever symptoms of feebleness or bad taste may be betrayed in the execution of these pieces, he offers not to the public the premature fruits of idleness or haste. So far as he recollects, he has endeavoured to do his best, and, in doing so, he has never hesitated to sacrifice ambitious ornament to simplicity, clearness, and force of thought and expression. If, in the event, it shall be found that he has added a little to the small national stock of psalms and hymns, and spiritual songs," in which piety speaks the language of poetry, and poetry the language of inspiration, he trusts that he will be humbly contented and unfeignedly thankful. 46 Sheffield, May 21. 1822. PSALM I. THRICE happy he who shuns the way The law of GOD is his delight; His works shall prosper;- he shall be Not so the wicked;—they are cast For God hath spied their secret path, And they shall perish in his wrath; He too hath mark'd his people's road, And brings them to his own abode. Several compositions of the same kind are introduced here, which were not included with those formerly published. Feb. 5. 1841. PSALM III. THE Tempter to my soul hath said, PSALM IV. No. 2. WHILE many cry, in Nature's night, "Ah! who will show the way to bliss?" LORD! lift on us thy saving light; We seek no other guide than this. Gladness thy sacred presence brings, More than the joyful reaper knows; Or he who treads the grapes, and sings, While with new wine his vat o'erflows. In peace I lay me down to sleep; Thine arm, O LORD! shall stay my head, Thine angel spread his tent, and keep His midnight watch around my bed. PSALM XI. THE LORD is in his holy place, He proves the righteous, marks their path; GOD on the wicked will rain down The righteous LORD will take delight |