Thou art cast in sterner mould.

Rise, then, champion of the Lord,

Rise! and slay us with the sword:

Life from thee we scorn to crave,

Midian would not live a slave!

But when Judah's harp shall raise

Songs to celebrate thy praise,

Let the bards of Israel tell

How Zebah and Zalmunna fell!"

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[Pg 57]

PARAPHRASE.

PSALM XLIV.

O mighty God! our fathers told

The wondrous works thou didst of yore;

Thy glories in the days of old,

Wrought on proud Egypt's hostile shore.

Thy wrath swept through that guilty land;

Before thy face the heathen fled;

His people, with an outstretched hand,

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