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The Choir and The Oratory

or Praise and Prayer. By Josiah Conder

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THE FEAST OF TRUMPETS.

Psalm lxxxi.

Sing, sing aloud to God our Might,
To Jacob's God and King:
Raise high the psalm; the tabor smite,
And sweep the sounding string:
And let the shrill-toned trumpet call
To Israel's solemn festival.
For such hath been, from ancient date,
A statute in the land;
By God ordained to celebrate
The act of His right hand,
Which saved our Fathers from among
A tyrant race of foreign tongue.
“It was My hand the chain of bondage broke,
And freed them from the yoke.
When in extremity my help they sought,
My arm their rescue wrought.
From Sinai's dark recess came forth my word,
In vocal thunders heard.

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And when at Meribah their faith I tried,
The rock its stream supplied.
Oh that my people would my laws observe,
Nor from my covenant swerve!
Before no idol shalt thou bow, nor own
As God but Me alone.
I am thy God, Jehovah, whose right hand
Led thee from Egypt's land;
Who rained down showers of manna, angels' food,
And filled thy mouth with good.
But Israel would not bend a duteous ear:
They cast away my fear.
So to their own heart's will and passion's strength,
I gave them up at length.
Oh that my people had my law revered,
And to my ways adhered!
Soon had I humbled then their haughty foe,
And brought the oppressor low.
The impious should with awe my power have seen.
How blest had Israel been!
I would have filled their stores with golden shocks,
And honey from the rocks.”