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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CLXVI. 1 Kings, Chap. XII. Ver. 20. and 27. to the End. Chap. XIII. Ver. 23, 24, 25.
Jeroboam made King of Israel. His Idolatry. A Prophet prophesies against his Altar: Disobeys God's Command: Is slain by a Lion.
With ease th'Assembly Nebat's Son persuades,
Th'Ambitious Chief his Master's Throne invades:
To his new Governments new Gods he makes,
For Priests the meanest of the People takes:
A King's Religion seldom fails to please,
When back'd with Int'rest, Novelty and Ease:
Yet to his golden Calves, Prescription He
Pretends, and Primitive Idolatry:
The same their Fathers had in Horeb sought.
The same their Ancestors from Egypt brought.
Their Holy Sees at Dan and Bethel plac'd,
Tho' Bethel with the Royal Presence grac'd:
While there the King himself the Pontiff turns,
And Incense at his Idol-Altar burns,
A Man of God inspir'd from Judah came,
And boldly thus his Message did proclaim:
Th'Ambitious Chief his Master's Throne invades:
To his new Governments new Gods he makes,
For Priests the meanest of the People takes:
A King's Religion seldom fails to please,
When back'd with Int'rest, Novelty and Ease:
Yet to his golden Calves, Prescription He
Pretends, and Primitive Idolatry:
The same their Fathers had in Horeb sought.
The same their Ancestors from Egypt brought.
Their Holy Sees at Dan and Bethel plac'd,
Tho' Bethel with the Royal Presence grac'd:
While there the King himself the Pontiff turns,
And Incense at his Idol-Altar burns,
A Man of God inspir'd from Judah came,
And boldly thus his Message did proclaim:
O Altar! tho' thy Herns are rais'd on high,
And dare with that in God's own Temple vie;
A Royal Youth from David's Line shall rise,
Tho' Israel David's Linage now despise!
Who in thy Fire thy Priests shall sacrifice;
Thy Groves destroy'd, and thou with Bones defil'd,
JOSIAH shall they call the wond'rous Child:
Nor uncommanded this, nor wants a Sign,
To prove my Mission and my Words divine:
Behold th'unhallow'd Altar soon shall rend,
Its scatter'd Ashes to the Dust descend!
And dare with that in God's own Temple vie;
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Tho' Israel David's Linage now despise!
Who in thy Fire thy Priests shall sacrifice;
Thy Groves destroy'd, and thou with Bones defil'd,
JOSIAH shall they call the wond'rous Child:
Nor uncommanded this, nor wants a Sign,
To prove my Mission and my Words divine:
Behold th'unhallow'd Altar soon shall rend,
Its scatter'd Ashes to the Dust descend!
Seize, seize the Wretch, enrag'd, the Tyrant cries,
Who dares at once my Gods and me despise!
By Dan's and Bethel's holy Calves he dies;
With out-stretch'd Hand the Prophet strives to take,
But feels the vital Warmth his Hand forsake,
Sere, as the Branch of some old Monarch-Oak,
Blasted like him by Heaven's resistless Stroke:
With Thunder long in Nature's Caverns pent,
Bellowing beneath, till now it forc'd a Vent,
His Altar's from its firm Foundations rent:
A Show'r of Ashes thence is scatter'd round,
And fills the troubled Air, and hides the Ground.
Who dares at once my Gods and me despise!
By Dan's and Bethel's holy Calves he dies;
With out-stretch'd Hand the Prophet strives to take,
But feels the vital Warmth his Hand forsake,
Sere, as the Branch of some old Monarch-Oak,
Blasted like him by Heaven's resistless Stroke:
With Thunder long in Nature's Caverns pent,
Bellowing beneath, till now it forc'd a Vent,
His Altar's from its firm Foundations rent:
A Show'r of Ashes thence is scatter'd round,
And fills the troubled Air, and hides the Ground.
How weak are mortal Gods, when they pretend,
With him who made 'em vainly to contend!
The Monarch at the Prophet's Feet did fall,
And begs he wou'd to Heav'n for Mercy call:
Mildly he grants, and prays, nor prays in vain,
For God his wither'd Hand restores again;
He feels the chearful Blood shoot warm through ev'ry Vein;
Then this kind Healer did to Court invite,
And wou'd with Royal Bounty him requite.
With him who made 'em vainly to contend!
The Monarch at the Prophet's Feet did fall,
And begs he wou'd to Heav'n for Mercy call:
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For God his wither'd Hand restores again;
He feels the chearful Blood shoot warm through ev'ry Vein;
Then this kind Healer did to Court invite,
And wou'd with Royal Bounty him requite.
Not if I half the Palace might receive,
So strict a Charge did he who sent me give:
Nor Bread nor Water must I dare to taste,
But from this Place profan'd with Idols haste:
Thus he, and happy had he thus remain'd,
But by an hospitable Fraud detain'd,
Too long in those forbidden Walls he stays,
And dearly for his Disobedience pays:
A dreadful Messenger obstructs his way,
Who better did the Will of Heav'n obey.
Behold him there the Kingly Lion's Prey!
Nor further his Commission gave him Pow'r,
He dar'd not seize his Beast, nor dar'd the Man devour.
So strict a Charge did he who sent me give:
Nor Bread nor Water must I dare to taste,
But from this Place profan'd with Idols haste:
Thus he, and happy had he thus remain'd,
But by an hospitable Fraud detain'd,
Too long in those forbidden Walls he stays,
And dearly for his Disobedience pays:
A dreadful Messenger obstructs his way,
Who better did the Will of Heav'n obey.
Behold him there the Kingly Lion's Prey!
Nor further his Commission gave him Pow'r,
He dar'd not seize his Beast, nor dar'd the Man devour.
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