Yet, from the storm of war reserv'd, With added strength Jerusalem shall rise, The city of your God! To guard her favour'd tow'rs Shall Heaven protecting spread th' immortal shield: Her trees with honey ooze, Her rivers flow with milk. There, Israel, shall the fig-tree bend To you its laden boughs; There shall the cluster'd vine expand Its wildly-wanton arms. O'er MOSES' clayey corse Drop ye the grateful tear, And hide his relics in the narrow house. O'er Jordan then rush for the prize; Spread terror o'er Canaan afar, And triumphantly fight for the LORD. * * * * * _THE DEATH OF MATTATHIAS._ Sons of my age, attend; Come round the bed of death, Ere yet his cold damp dews Extinguish life's weak flame. For MATTATHIAS' arm no more Shall scatter terror o'er the host Of Israel's foes. Now triumphant Pride disdainful Lifts elate his royal head; Lawless Might and ruffian Rapine Stalk o'er Israel uncontroul'd. JEHOVAH hides his face, And stern Destruction shakes the spear; Wide-wasting Vengeance pours the show'r of death-- JEHOVAH hides his face. Now, then, my sons be firm; Be like the mighty rock, Against whose foot the waves For ever dash in vain. Now, then, in your God confiding, Lift the sword, and break the shield: Look upon your great forefathers, Call each long-past deed to view; Let remembrance fire your souls-- Lift the sword, and break the shield. On Moriah mount is laid The father's only child! Down ABRAHAM's aged cheek Roll'd the paternal tear; The big sob spoke his grief, And nature rived his heart, but rived in vain-- For faith prevail'd. He rear'd the pile, He bound the silent child; The child whose silence spoke Most moving eloquence. Nor did not ABRAHAM feel The father's mighty grief, Nor paint the wretched mother's woe-fraught cries; Nor did he not perceive The deadly blow more deep would rive his heart: Yet faith prevail'd-- He lifts the knife of sacrifice! JEHOVAH saw and saved.