XVI. The Happiness of GOD'S Israel.

O Israel, blest beyond Compare!
Unrival'd all thy Glories are:
Jehovah deigns to fill thy Throne,
And calls thine Interest all his own.

He is thy Saviour; He thy Lord;
His Shield is thine; and thine his Sword:
Review in Extacy of Thought
The grand Redemption he has wrought.

From Satan's Yoke he sets thee free,
Opens thy Passage thro' the Sea;
He thro' the Desart is thy Guide,
And Heav'n, for Canaan, will provide.

Not Jacob's Sons of old could boast
Such Favours to their chosen Host;
Their Glories, which thro' Ages shine,
Are but dim Shades, and Types of thine.

Celestial Spirit, teach our Tongue
Sublimer Strains than Moses sung,
Proportion'd to the sweeter Name
Of GOD the SAVIOUR, and the LAMB.