The history of The Old Testament In verse With One Hundred and Eighty sculptures: In Two Volumes. Vol. I. From the Creation to the Revolt of the Ten Tribes from the House of David. Vol. II. From that Revolt to the End of the Prophets. Written by Samuel Wesley ... The Cuts done by J. Sturt |
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 | The history of The Old Testament In verse |  |
CXXV. 1 Samuel, Chap. XI. Ver. 15. Chap. XII.
The Kingdom confirm'd to Saul. Samuel appeals to the People for his Integrity.
At
Gilgal met, glad Israel's publick Voice
Confirms their own, and Heav'ns unchanging Choice:
(—How many Loyal Converts makes success!)
When Samuel thus—Your Wish you now possess:
A King you ask'd with one united Cry,
Nor did I your concurring Votes deny:
Yet e're I to forgotten Shades repair,
And these gray Hairs, silver'd with Age and Care
To Ramah's Fields, or to the Grave I bear;
To you, my once lov'd Charge, I here appeal,
From God, and God's anointed nought conceal!
What Ill you know, of Samuel, now reveal!
Whose Ox or Ass I've wrongfully possess'd,
If ever I for Bribes did Justice wrest,
Any defrauded, any have oppress'd?
If you with Truth and Justice cann't complain,
Why have you then cast off th'Almighty's Reign?
Can you his Pow'r suspect, his Love distrust,
His Truth arraign, Ingrateful! and Unjust!
Look up, and see his wrathful Terrors nigh,
His ruddy Vengeance gath'ring in the Sky!
Confirms their own, and Heav'ns unchanging Choice:
(—How many Loyal Converts makes success!)
When Samuel thus—Your Wish you now possess:
A King you ask'd with one united Cry,
Nor did I your concurring Votes deny:
Yet e're I to forgotten Shades repair,
And these gray Hairs, silver'd with Age and Care
To Ramah's Fields, or to the Grave I bear;
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From God, and God's anointed nought conceal!
What Ill you know, of Samuel, now reveal!
Whose Ox or Ass I've wrongfully possess'd,
If ever I for Bribes did Justice wrest,
Any defrauded, any have oppress'd?
If you with Truth and Justice cann't complain,
Why have you then cast off th'Almighty's Reign?
Can you his Pow'r suspect, his Love distrust,
His Truth arraign, Ingrateful! and Unjust!
Look up, and see his wrathful Terrors nigh,
His ruddy Vengeance gath'ring in the Sky!
He said, and gloomy Night the Air invades,
The forky Lightnings cross the fearful Shades:
Th'Almighty's angry Voice is heard from far,
The rolling Thunder gives the sign of War:
Huge Cataracts of Rain come pouring down,
As they'd the Lab'rers Hopes, and promis'd Harvest drown:
Agen he prays, and all agen is fair,
Hush'd are the chiding Winds, serene the Air:
Then thus goes on—'Tis not, you see, too late,
Sincere Repentance may avert your Fate.
With steddy Piety your God adore,
And vain and helpless Idols serve no more!
Forsake not him, nor will he you forsake,
Whom he his own peculiar Choice did make:
For me, forbid it Heav'n I e're shou'd cease,
With fervent Vows to pray for Israel's Peace!
But still must plain ungrateful Truths declare,
My Country Love, but not its Vices spare;
Which if still unreform'd, at length will bring
A Vengeance worthy Heav'n on you, and on your King.
The forky Lightnings cross the fearful Shades:
Th'Almighty's angry Voice is heard from far,
The rolling Thunder gives the sign of War:
Huge Cataracts of Rain come pouring down,
As they'd the Lab'rers Hopes, and promis'd Harvest drown:
Agen he prays, and all agen is fair,
Hush'd are the chiding Winds, serene the Air:
Then thus goes on—'Tis not, you see, too late,
Sincere Repentance may avert your Fate.
With steddy Piety your God adore,
And vain and helpless Idols serve no more!
Forsake not him, nor will he you forsake,
Whom he his own peculiar Choice did make:
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With fervent Vows to pray for Israel's Peace!
But still must plain ungrateful Truths declare,
My Country Love, but not its Vices spare;
Which if still unreform'd, at length will bring
A Vengeance worthy Heav'n on you, and on your King.
| The history of The Old Testament In verse | |