Harp! Could'St Thou Venture, On Thy Boldest String, The Faintest Note To Echo Which The Blast Caught From The Hand Of Moses As It Passed O'Er Sinai'S Top, Or From The Shepherd-King, Early Awake, By Siloa'S Brook, To Sing Of Dread Jehovah; Then, Should Wood And Waste Hear Also Of That Name, And Mercy Cast Off To The Mountains, Like A Covering Of Which The Lord Was Weary. Weep, Oh! Weep, Weep With The Good, Beholding King And Priest Despised By That Stern God To Whom They Raise Their Suppliant Hands; But Holy Is The Feast He Keepeth; Like The Firmament His Ways: His Statutes Like The Chambers Of The Deep.