England's Antiphon

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PSALM XCIII.

Clothed with state, and girt with might,

Monarch-like Jehovah reigns;
He who earth's foundation pight-- pitched.
Pight at first, and yet sustains;
He whose stable throne disdains
Motion's shock and age's flight;
He who endless one remains

One, the same, in changeless plight.

Rivers--yea, though rivers roar,

Roaring though sea-billows rise,

Vex the deep, and break the shore--

Stronger art thou, Lord of skies! Firm and true thy promise lies

Now and still as heretofore:

Holy worship never dies

In thy house where we adore.

I close my selections from Sidney with one which I consider the best of all: it is the first half of Lord, thou hast searched me.

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