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 |  |
CCLII. HOSEA.
Jehovah
thus to wondring Hosea spake,
Thus saith the Lord, a Wife of Whordoms take;
For thou thy self shalt for a Signal stand,
Thou and thy House to this adult'rous Land!
Thy Children's Names shall bear thy Peoples Fate,
Now mine no more, they Mercy plead too late;
A shameless Prostitute their Mother grown,
The Scandal and the Nuisance of the Town:
The Wine and Flax I gave for better Ends,
Sh' has lavish'd on her Lovers and her Friends.
Thus saith the Lord, a Wife of Whordoms take;
For thou thy self shalt for a Signal stand,
Thou and thy House to this adult'rous Land!
Thy Children's Names shall bear thy Peoples Fate,
Now mine no more, they Mercy plead too late;
A shameless Prostitute their Mother grown,
The Scandal and the Nuisance of the Town:
The Wine and Flax I gave for better Ends,
Sh' has lavish'd on her Lovers and her Friends.
And must I her whom once I lov'd, disgrace,
And spread her rampant Lewdness o're her Face?
Ah, how shall I the just Revenge refuse!
Ah, how cou'd the a Love like mine abuse!
—But wou'd the lovely Traytress now return,
Her loss of Honour and of Virtue mourn;
My deep Resentments, and my Rage repress'd,
Yet—yes, ev'n yet I'd clasp her to my Breast.
—O Israel hear, and my just Anger dread,
Knowledge, and Truth, and Mercy all are fled:
Murder and Falshood, Theft and Lewdness come,
Dire Faces and deform'd, to fill their room:
The Land shall mourn, and all that dwell therein,
The mute Creation for their Master's Sin.
I'll now for an impartial Vengeance call,
Prophet and Priest, Mother and Son shall fall:
None shall reprove his Neighbour, none shall blame,
I give them up, their Glory chang'd to Shame.
My Holy House and Altars they despise,
And on the Tops of Mountains sacrifice:
Incense they burn beneath the pleasing Shade,
By Oaks, and Elm-lov'd Vines, and Poplars made;
Backsliding Ephraim Idols will adore,
Let him alone! I'll him reprove no more.
And spread her rampant Lewdness o're her Face?
Ah, how shall I the just Revenge refuse!
Ah, how cou'd the a Love like mine abuse!
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Her loss of Honour and of Virtue mourn;
My deep Resentments, and my Rage repress'd,
Yet—yes, ev'n yet I'd clasp her to my Breast.
—O Israel hear, and my just Anger dread,
Knowledge, and Truth, and Mercy all are fled:
Murder and Falshood, Theft and Lewdness come,
Dire Faces and deform'd, to fill their room:
The Land shall mourn, and all that dwell therein,
The mute Creation for their Master's Sin.
I'll now for an impartial Vengeance call,
Prophet and Priest, Mother and Son shall fall:
None shall reprove his Neighbour, none shall blame,
I give them up, their Glory chang'd to Shame.
My Holy House and Altars they despise,
And on the Tops of Mountains sacrifice:
Incense they burn beneath the pleasing Shade,
By Oaks, and Elm-lov'd Vines, and Poplars made;
Backsliding Ephraim Idols will adore,
Let him alone! I'll him reprove no more.
Yet how shall I my once lov'd Ephraim leave,
Or thee, O Israel, to Destruction give?
How shall I thee as curs'd Gomorrah make,
And all thy Land as Sodom's mournful Lake?
How often does my wounded Heart relent,
And now pronounce thy Doom, and now repent!
O wandring Isra'l! to thy God return!
With humble Words and Tears thy Follies mourn!
So all thy pass'd Back-slidings I'll remove,
And freely thee, and tenderly will Love.
So will I like the gentle Dew distil,
On Lebanon's fair Cedar-bearing Hill:
So shall thy fruitful blooming Branches spread,
Like Olives shalt thou raise thy fragrant Head:
No brouzing Foe thy loaded Vine invade,
But Nations rest secure beneath thy peaceful Shade.
Or thee, O Israel, to Destruction give?
How shall I thee as curs'd Gomorrah make,
And all thy Land as Sodom's mournful Lake?
How often does my wounded Heart relent,
And now pronounce thy Doom, and now repent!
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With humble Words and Tears thy Follies mourn!
So all thy pass'd Back-slidings I'll remove,
And freely thee, and tenderly will Love.
So will I like the gentle Dew distil,
On Lebanon's fair Cedar-bearing Hill:
So shall thy fruitful blooming Branches spread,
Like Olives shalt thou raise thy fragrant Head:
No brouzing Foe thy loaded Vine invade,
But Nations rest secure beneath thy peaceful Shade.
| The history of The Old Testament In verse | |