_Judah_ was his sanctuary and Israel his dominion.--Psalm cxiv. 1, 2. _Judah_ shall dwell for ever, and Jerusalem from generation to generation.--Joel, iii. 20. It is evident that our Lord sprang out of _Judah_.--Hebrews, vii. 14. _Judah!_ thou art he whom thy brethren shall praise, Thy hand shall be on the neck of thine enemies: Thy father’s children shall bow down before thee. _Judah_ is a lion’s whelp! From the prey, my son, thou art gone up: He stooped down, he crouched as a lion, And as an old lion; who shall rouse him up? The sceptre shall not depart from _Judah_, Nor a lawgiver from between his feet, Until Shiloh come, And unto him shall the gathering of the people be. _Jacob’s Benediction of Judah_, Genesis, xlix. 8, 9, 10. _Dr. Caunter’s Metrical Arrangement._ O, Thou, the Shepherd of Thy flock, Who led’st Thy people through the wave, And gav’st them water from the rock, And bar’dst thine arm in might to save:-- Hear Thou the strain our hearts prolong-- List--list the suppliant captive’s cry-- O, when shall cease the mournful song, O, when shall _Judah’s_ tears be dry? _C. W. Everest._ For yet the tenfold film shall fall O, _Judah_, from thy sight, And every eye be purged to read Thy testimonies right, When thou, with all Messiah’s signs In Christ distinctly seen, Shall, by Jehovah’s nameless name, Invoke the Nazarene. _William Crosswell._ JUDGE--JUDGMENT. The Lord loveth _judgment_.--Psalm xxxvii. 28. Hear my prayer, O Lord, give ear to my supplications. And enter not into _judgment_ with thy servant: for in thy sight shall no man living be justified.--Psalm cxliii. 1, 2. _Judge_ not, that ye be not _judged_.--Matthew, vii. 1. We shall all stand before the _judgment_-seat of Christ. Let us not therefore _judge_ one another any more, but _judge_ this rather, that no man put a stumbling-block, or an occasion to fall, in his brother’s way.--Romans, xiv. 10, 13. He should be born grey-headed, that will bear The sword of empire: _judgment_ of the life, Free state, and reputation of a man, If he be just and worthy, dwells so dark, That it denies access to sun and moon; The soul’s eye, sharpen’d with that sacred light Of whom the sun itself is but a beam, Must only give that _judgment_. O how much Err those kings then that play with life and death, And nothing put into their serious states But humour and their lusts! For which alone Men long for kingdoms, whose huge counterpoise In cares and dangers, could a fool comprise, He would not be a king, but would be wise. _Chapman._