Job sang Him, his Redeemer dear,
Who lives His people's suit to hear,
And sleeping saints to raise;

The Days-man that was mighty made,
On God and man, His hand who laid,
To whom belongeth praise.

Him, fairest all the fair among,
Israel's sweet singer, David sung:
His harp's majestic lays,

Resound the triumphs of his Lord,
His sufferings and his death record,
His root and offspring praise.

Him Solomon did sweetly sing,
The Church's Spouse, and Zion's King,
All-glorious to behold!

He sang the beauties of His face,
His wisdom, riches, and His grace,
But not the half He told!

Isaiah glowed with heavenly fire,
While his sweet evangelic lyre
The Virgin's Son proclaims;
Him sang the rapt prophetic bard,
His passion, conquest, and reward,
Were his exalted themes.

Him Jeremiah did adore

In joyful strains (his harp no more
To lamentation strung:)
The Lord His Israel's Righteousness,
The Holy King of David's race,

And righteous Branch, he sung.

Ezekiel saw, and sang of Him,
Borne on the wings of cherubim,
And throned in crystal skies,
As Israel's God, whose Spirit fills
The living creatures and the wheels,.
Mysterious, full of eyes!

Him, Prince Messiah, Daniel sung,
(His harp to wondrous visions strung)

Who did atone for sin

And reconciliation made,

When for the Church His Blood He shed,
And righteousness brought in.

Hosea sang His growing reign,
When He (His mercy to obtain)

The Gentiles in should bring;
When Israel should return, and praise
His goodness in the latter days,

And seek their God and King.

Him Amos sang, whose hands should frame The ruins of Jerusalem,

And Zion build again;

When He in glory there should shine,
And all the mountains drop sweet wine,
And scent as Lebanon!

Him Joel sang, who down should pour
The Spirit, in a copious shower
Of blessings all divine!

His drooping Zion to revive,
To make her as the lily thrive,

And flourish as the vine.

Him Micah's lofty sounds proclaim,
The Ruler that from Bethlehem came,
The man of lowly birth;

He sang His goings forth from old,
His ways from everlasting told,

The God of heaven and earth.

Him Nahum sang, whose beauteous feet,
High on the mountains stood, that meet
Around Jerusalem;

Who spread glad tidings all abroad,
To Zion said, Behold thy God,
Almighty to redeem.

Him Habakkuk sang with holy dread,
Whose glories o'er the heavens were spread,
And filled the earth with praise.

Who in salvation's chariots rode,
Armed with the naked bow of God,
All-conquering in His grace!

Him Zephaniah sang aloud,
Who, in His Zion, as her God,
Displays His saving might;
For ever resting in His love,
Rejoicing o'er her from above,

With songs of sweet delight.

Him Haggai sounded on his lyre,
His Israel's glory and desire

Of nations yet unborn;

Whose presence should the temple gild,

With brighter beams than those which filled, And did the first adorn.

Of Him did Zechariah sing,

Who, clad as Zion's Saviour King,

Into fair Salem rode;

Lowly and just, upon an ass,

(Poor as the subjects of His grace)

Amid hosannas loud.

Him Malachi did nobly chant
The Angel of the covenant,

And Messenger of Peace;

The Sun of Righteousness, whence springs
Immortal light, whose balmy wings
His Zion's joys increase.

The last and greatest prophet, John,
The glories sang that on Him shone,
And did his mission sign:
Him did Messiah's harbinger,
In sweet exalted strains prefer,
And sound His praise divine.

Him the Messiah, Matthew sings,
Descended through a line of kings,
As Abraham's promised seed;
The lawful heir of Judah's throne,
And of the crown of Solomon,

The Jewish king indeed.

Him Peter sang, the Christ of God,
The Lamb once slain, whose precious blood

Did all the Church redeem;

The Rock that doth His Zion bear,
Precious to saints, to sinners dear,

Who build their all on Him.

Paul sang of Him, in strains profound,

His work extolled, His Person crowned,

With majesty supreme!

Now striking all the golden strings,
God's everlasting love he sings,
To saints elect in Him!

John hymned Him, the Eternal Son,
The Father's first begotten One,
And the Incarnate Word;

The Word that gave Creation birth!
The God who made both heaven and earth,
By earth and heaven adored!

Of saints a multitude unknown,

Who stand around Emmanuel's throne,
The lofty chorus swell,

To Him, who washed them in His blood,
And made them kings and priests to God,
And saved their souls from hell.

With palms of victory in their hand,
And crowned with joy, a glorious band
Of every tongue and name,
Sing, "Blessing, wisdom, honour, power,
Salvation, glory," evermore,

To God and to the Lamb!

From the Gospel Magazine of 1810.