The Poems of John Byrom Edited by Adolphus William Ward |
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ON THE NATURE AND REASON OF ALL
OUTWARD LAW. |
The Poems of John Byrom | ||
ON THE NATURE AND REASON OF ALL OUTWARD LAW.
“The Sabbath was made for Man; not Man for the Sabbath.”
—St. Mark, ii. 27.
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From this true Saying one may learn to drawThe real Nature of all outward Law.
In ev'ry Instance, rightly understood,
Its Ground and Reason is the human Good;
By all its Changes, since the World began,
Man was not made for Law, but Law for Man.
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“Thou shalt not eat,”—the first Command of all—“Of Good and Ill,” was to prevent his Fall.
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Woman was form'd out of his Flesh and Bone.
When both had sinn'd, then Penitential Grief
And sweating Labour was the Law Relief.
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When all the World had sinn'd, save one good Sire,Flood was the Law that sav'd its Orb from Fire;
When Fire itself upon a Sodom fell,
It was the Law to stop a growing Hell;
So on,—the Law with Riches or with Rods,
Come as it will, is Good; for it is God's.
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Men who observe a Law, or who abuseFor selfish Pow'r, are blind as any Jews;
On Sabbath, constru'd by rabbinic Will,
God must not save, and Men must seek to kill.
Such Zeal for Law has pharisaic Faith,
Not as 'tis good, but as it worketh Wrath.
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Jesus, the Perfect Law-fulfiller, gaveThe Victory that taught the Law to save;
Pluck'd out its Sting, revers'd the cruel Cry:
“We have a Law by which He ought to die.”
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“I have a Law by which he ought to live.”
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Whilst in the Flesh, how oft did He revealHis Saving Will, and God-like Pow'r to heal!
They whom Defect, Disease or Fiend possess'd,
And pardon'd Sinners, by his Word had Rest;
He, on the Sabbath, chose to heal and teach,
And Law-proud Jews to slay him for its Breach.
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The Sabbath, never so well kept before,May justify one Observation more.
Our Saviour heal'd, as pious Authors say,
So many Sick upon the Sabbath-Day,
To shew that Rest and Quietness of Soul
Is best for one who wants to be made whole;—
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Not to indulge an Eagerness too greatOf outward Hurry or of inward Heat;
But, with an humble Temper and resign'd,
To keep a Sabbath in a hopeful Mind,
In Peace and Patience meekly to endure,
Till the Good Saviour's Hour is come,—to cure.
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