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Second Day.

Hark how God's Word the Waters does command,
That they forthwith obey, and parted stand!
Two different ways, how does it them divide?
Some upwards mount, and some again subside.
In Vapours part ascend, the Clouds to fill,
Part to refresh the Earth, in Rain distill.
Mark how his Voice doth cut the Flames of Fire,
What whist'ling Winds do blow, and then retire;
How through the Air his pointed Arrows fly,
And how his Thunder rattles in the Sky:
He thunders, and the proudest Atheist quakes;
From Heaven roars, and Hell's Foundation shakes.
His Voice the Mountains and the Rocks doth rend,
And tallest Cedars fall at his Command.
Which yet to lowly Shrubs no Hurt will bring;
These, and their humble Valleys, laugh and sing.
Sing, O ye Valleys, whom the Lord doth crown;
On you he drops his welcome Blessings down.
When I perceive it rain in timely Showers,
I see on you he fruitful Favours pours:
But when from Clouds a watry Torrent spins,
Methinks Heav'n weeps for our unwept-for Sins.
And when on high I spy his beauteous Bow,
By this he does his Truth and Mercy show.
Oh that I could to him make some Return,
And that I cannot do it better, mourn!

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Oh from these Eyes that Floods of Tears might fall!
Tears for my Sins, which for them loudly call;
And that my Thoughts, as Vapours, may arise,
And mount to thee, my God, above the Skies;
To own my Guilt, and Pardon supplicate,
And never cease thy Praise to celebrate.
Amen.