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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| CCXXV. | CCXXV. Job Chap. XLII. from Ver. 1. to the End. |
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CCXXV. Job Chap. XLII. from Ver. 1. to the End.
Job's Happiness.
The Patriarch heard, profound he bow'd his Head,
And thus with humble Heart and Voice he said:
And thus with humble Heart and Voice he said:
I yield, I yield, thy Conquest I proclaim:
Thine be the Glory, and be mine the Shame!
I know, unbounded Might! to think and do,
To will and to perform's the same with you.
How blind, how ignorant, how bold, how vain,
Have I presum'd to censure and complain!
O hear a suppliant Sinner, who implores
Thy pard'ning Goodness, and thy Pow'r adores!
Something before of God I heard and knew,
But now my dazled Eyes thy Glory view:
The more I know, the more I must lament,
Abhor my self, and in the Dust Repent.
Thine be the Glory, and be mine the Shame!
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To will and to perform's the same with you.
How blind, how ignorant, how bold, how vain,
Have I presum'd to censure and complain!
O hear a suppliant Sinner, who implores
Thy pard'ning Goodness, and thy Pow'r adores!
Something before of God I heard and knew,
But now my dazled Eyes thy Glory view:
The more I know, the more I must lament,
Abhor my self, and in the Dust Repent.
With tender Pity did th'All-High survey
The suff'ring Saint, as roll'd in Dust he lay:
Enough, he said, thou shalt no longer mourn,
I turn the Scale, and bid thy Fortunes turn.
While thro' the Clouds his Voice in Thunder broke,
And thus he his unfriendly Friends bespoke:
The suff'ring Saint, as roll'd in Dust he lay:
Enough, he said, thou shalt no longer mourn,
I turn the Scale, and bid thy Fortunes turn.
While thro' the Clouds his Voice in Thunder broke,
And thus he his unfriendly Friends bespoke:
Rash and unjust! Censorious and unkind!
How false your Reas'nings, and your Eyes how blind!
My Servant Job, afflicted and distress'd,
Far juster Notions has of me express'd:
Then fly to him, before my Anger rise,
Which he'll prevent with Pray'r and Sacrifice!
They did—Behold the Patriarch intercede
And plead for those who did against him plead!
Nor was his Suit in vain to Heav'n prefer'd,
For them and for himself his Pray'rs are heard:
So soon did Heav'n the happier State restore,
Not his Misfortunes came so quick before:
How bless'd a Change! what bright Reverse of Fate!
And now what Crowds of Friends his Levee wait?
What num'rous Gifts they bring, what Sums untold?
(He that has Gold shall still have more of Gold.)
Why had he not before their Friendships try'd?
Not one but wou'd have all his Wants supply'd:
He knew 'em all, yet civil Thanks express'd,
His alter'd Consort came among the rest:
Unkind, imperious, murm'ring now no more,
As when she vex'd his righteous Soul before;
His Pardon did at once and Heaven's implore:
He all forgot, with Tears of Joy confess'd
Reviving Love, and clasp'd her to his Breast:
The num'rous Offspring which before he mourn'd
Were all agen by bounteous Heav'n return'd:
Sev'n princely Sons agen his Table grac'd,
And near 'em were three lovely Daughter's plac'd;
Whose pleasing Names their Virtues did display,
As Cassia fragrant, and as fair as Day.
Three Ages still the Patriarch did survive,
And did of all the Joy and Wonder live:
Satiate with worldly Good, did then remove
To try more lasting Bliss, and purer Joys above.
How false your Reas'nings, and your Eyes how blind!
My Servant Job, afflicted and distress'd,
Far juster Notions has of me express'd:
Then fly to him, before my Anger rise,
Which he'll prevent with Pray'r and Sacrifice!
They did—Behold the Patriarch intercede
And plead for those who did against him plead!
Nor was his Suit in vain to Heav'n prefer'd,
For them and for himself his Pray'rs are heard:
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Not his Misfortunes came so quick before:
How bless'd a Change! what bright Reverse of Fate!
And now what Crowds of Friends his Levee wait?
What num'rous Gifts they bring, what Sums untold?
(He that has Gold shall still have more of Gold.)
Why had he not before their Friendships try'd?
Not one but wou'd have all his Wants supply'd:
He knew 'em all, yet civil Thanks express'd,
His alter'd Consort came among the rest:
Unkind, imperious, murm'ring now no more,
As when she vex'd his righteous Soul before;
His Pardon did at once and Heaven's implore:
He all forgot, with Tears of Joy confess'd
Reviving Love, and clasp'd her to his Breast:
The num'rous Offspring which before he mourn'd
Were all agen by bounteous Heav'n return'd:
Sev'n princely Sons agen his Table grac'd,
And near 'em were three lovely Daughter's plac'd;
Whose pleasing Names their Virtues did display,
As Cassia fragrant, and as fair as Day.
Three Ages still the Patriarch did survive,
And did of all the Joy and Wonder live:
Satiate with worldly Good, did then remove
To try more lasting Bliss, and purer Joys above.
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