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 |  |
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CCI. 2 Kings, Chap. XX. from Ver. 1. to Ver. 19.
Hezekiah's Sickness. The Shadow goes back on the Dial of Ahaz. His Recovery, &c.
Scorch'd
with a burning Feavers mortal Rage,
Too strong for Art to conquer or assuage,
Good Hezekiah lay—with pious Care,
Isaiah bids him for his Death prepare:
He heard, but Kings, tho' Saints, are loth to die,
To Heav'n he does with fervent Pray'rs apply:
His Truth and upright Heart he humbly pleads,
And for his Life with Tears he intercedes:
Nor were his gasping Vows in vain preferr'd,
But Israel's God his own lov'd Monarch heard:
With Words of Health and Peace the Prophet sends,
Who gladly with this welcom News attends.
Too strong for Art to conquer or assuage,
Good Hezekiah lay—with pious Care,
Isaiah bids him for his Death prepare:
He heard, but Kings, tho' Saints, are loth to die,
To Heav'n he does with fervent Pray'rs apply:
His Truth and upright Heart he humbly pleads,
And for his Life with Tears he intercedes:
Nor were his gasping Vows in vain preferr'd,
But Israel's God his own lov'd Monarch heard:
With Words of Health and Peace the Prophet sends,
Who gladly with this welcom News attends.
“Go tell the Captain of my chosen Host,
Not one of all thy Tears or Pray'rs are lost:
To my lov'd House I'll thee agen restore,
Thy Days prolong'd four happy Lustres more:
Nor shall a Sign be wanting to persuade
The ready Credence of celestial Aid:
Yon ample Dial from thy Couch survey,
Which marks the rising and declining Day;
By skilful Artists from Damascus brought,
With Royal Bounty paid, for Abaz wrought;
Say, shall the Shade from the Meridian Line
Rise in the broad Degrees, or else decline!
Not one of all thy Tears or Pray'rs are lost:
To my lov'd House I'll thee agen restore,
Thy Days prolong'd four happy Lustres more:
Nor shall a Sign be wanting to persuade
The ready Credence of celestial Aid:
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Which marks the rising and declining Day;
By skilful Artists from Damascus brought,
With Royal Bounty paid, for Abaz wrought;
Say, shall the Shade from the Meridian Line
Rise in the broad Degrees, or else decline!
If humble Suitors may so far presume,
And Heav'n for equal Choice indulges room;
Returns the Monarch, let the Shade retire,
That all the World may Israel's God admire:
Enjoy thy Wish, the well-born Saint replies,
And to the pow'rful Lord of Nature cries:
Its wonted Course the trembling Shade gives o're,
And backward climbs, a Path unknown before:
The Sun the Signal saw, he turns his Rein,
His Steeds agen approach th'Eöan Main.
Those Sages who that Lamp of Heav'n adore,
And never saw him wander thus before,
At this Reverse of Nature stand amaz'd,
Now on their Books, and now on Heav'n they gaz'd;
Till Fame the Tidings from Judea bears,
And to the wondring Nations round declares:
Proud Merodach, who Babel's Sceptre sway'd,
By many a Tributary Prince obey'd,
To the recover'd King his Servants sent,
And kindly joy'd him of the Great Event:
Vain of his Wealth the Hebrew Monarch rose,
And all his Treasure to the Strangers shows:
How many a Tear, and what a Heap of Woes.
(Fatal Civility!) from hence shall spring,
The Prophet not conceals from Judah's King:
He thus—What God Decrees must needs be best,
And since my Days with Truth and Peace are bless'd,
The Future is not ours, to Heav'n I leave the Rest.
And Heav'n for equal Choice indulges room;
Returns the Monarch, let the Shade retire,
That all the World may Israel's God admire:
Enjoy thy Wish, the well-born Saint replies,
And to the pow'rful Lord of Nature cries:
Its wonted Course the trembling Shade gives o're,
And backward climbs, a Path unknown before:
The Sun the Signal saw, he turns his Rein,
His Steeds agen approach th'Eöan Main.
Those Sages who that Lamp of Heav'n adore,
And never saw him wander thus before,
At this Reverse of Nature stand amaz'd,
Now on their Books, and now on Heav'n they gaz'd;
Till Fame the Tidings from Judea bears,
And to the wondring Nations round declares:
Proud Merodach, who Babel's Sceptre sway'd,
By many a Tributary Prince obey'd,
To the recover'd King his Servants sent,
And kindly joy'd him of the Great Event:
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And all his Treasure to the Strangers shows:
How many a Tear, and what a Heap of Woes.
(Fatal Civility!) from hence shall spring,
The Prophet not conceals from Judah's King:
He thus—What God Decrees must needs be best,
And since my Days with Truth and Peace are bless'd,
The Future is not ours, to Heav'n I leave the Rest.
| The history of The Old Testament In verse | |