The SONG of SIMEON paraphrased. By Mr. MERRICK. 'TIS enough — the hour is come. Now within the silent tomb Let this mortal frame decay, Mingled with its kindred clay; Since thy mercies oft of old By thy chosen seers foretold, Faithful now and stedfast prove, God of truth and God of love! Since at length my aged eye Sees the day-spring from on high. Son of righteousness, to thee Lo! the nations bow the knee, And the realms of distant kings Own the healing of thy wings. Those whom death had overspread With his dark and dreary shade, Lift their eyes, and from afar Hail the light of Jacob's star; Waiting till the promis'd ray Turn their darkness into day. See the beams intensely shed Shine o'er Sion's favour'd head. Never may they hence remove, God of truth and God of love!