XXIV. GOD'S stirring up the Spirit of CYRUS to redeem ISRAEL.

TH' eternal GOD! his Name how great!
How deep his Counsels! how compleat!
The Hearts of Kings his Power can sway;
His Word unconscious they obey.

Summon'd of old in distant Days
To serve his Schemes, and shew his Praise,
Cyrus, illustrious Prince, appears,
His People frees, his Temple rears.

Thro' Legions arm'd he breaks his Way,
And tramples Gen'rals down like Clay;
The Bars of Steel he cuts in twain,
And brazen Gates oppose in vain.

But to Jehovah's Accents mild
The Hero pliant as a Child,
Lays the new Cares of Empire by,
Till Zion rise, and shine on high.

Thus, mighty GOD, shall every Heart,
(If thou thine Influence there exert)
Throw its own fondest Schemes aside,
And follow where thy Hand shall guide.

The foremost Sons of Fame shall boast
To raise thy Temples from their Dust;
Princes shall shout thy Name aloud,
And new-born Priests thine Altars croud.