The works of Sir William Mure of Rowallan Edited with introduction, notes, and glossary by William Tough |
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The mightie God, Jehouah, spake,And earth from end to end
Cald; from the riseing of the Sun,
Till where hee doth discend.
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God out of Sion shyn'd, where seenIs beautie most compleet.
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Our God shall come and not be still;Before Him flams shall eate.
Around Him shall a Tempest rage.
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To heavens, Hee from aboveShall call, and to the earth, that Hee
His people's Judge may prove.
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My saints assemble, who with me,By offring, league did make.
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Heavens shall his Justice shew, for God,To judge, the throne shall take.
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Hear, O my people, I will speak;O Israel, give thow eare.
God, even thy God, I am: against
Thee witnes I will beare.
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Not for vnfrequent sacrificeMy challenge is to thee;
For thy brunt offrings have before
Me been continuallie.
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No bullock from thine house I'le have,No male goat from thy fold;
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For beasts that woods and thousand hillsBring forth, of me do hold.
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The mountaine foule I know; the feeldNo wild-beast doth frequent,
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Which I com̄and not; wold I thee,If food I lackt, acquent?
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Mine is the world, the plentie mine,
That filleth everie part.
That filleth everie part.
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Vpon the flesh of Bulls, or bloodOf Goats sett I my hart?
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Such eat or drink will I? To GodLet praise thy offring bee;
And let thy promis'd vowes be pay'd
To Him who is most High.
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Call thow vpon me in the dayOf thy Calamitie.
Deliver thee I will: my name
So shalt thow glorifie.
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But O thow wicked one, sayth God,Darst thow my lawes declair?
My Couenant tak in thy mouth
As warranted thow wer?
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Thow, who instruction hatst, my wordsOf no availe dost make;
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Runs't with the theef, when seen, and withAdult'rers dost partake;
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Thy mouth to evil, and thy tongueWho givst deceit to frame;
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Against thy brother speaks, and dostThy mother's sonne defame.
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In these thow stick'st not to transgresse,Yet silence kept I have;
Me therfor like vnto thyself,
Thow surelie didst conceave.
But thee rebuike I will, at length,
And bring thy sin̄s to light,
And sett them, (vylie as they are,)
In order in thy sight.
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This lay to hart, (now) yee who GodForgett, least yow I teare
In peeces, and there none be found,
Yow to deliver, neare.
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Who offer praise do honour me;And who aright dispose
Their way, the Lord's salvation
To such will I disclose.
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