Redemption A divine poem, In Six Books. The three first demonstrate the Truth of the Christian Religion, The three last the Deity of Christ. To which is added, A Hymn to Christ the Redeemer. By Sir Richard Blackmore |
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REDEMPTION:
A DIVINE POEM, In Six BOOKS.
Book I.
God call'd the first-born beams of smiling light,
And bad the vacant by his Word supreme
With orbs unripe, and worlds in Embrio team,
Then gave his works distinction, order, grace,
Till he had finish'd Nature's beauteous face;
With hardy wing now heights ætherial climb
To search new wonders, and in strains sublime,
The Son of God, the Mediator King.
Support and guide me in my arduous way;
Kindle celestial rapture in my breast,
That of thy mighty influence possest
Above the Heav'ns I may uplifted soar,
Messiah's glorious labours to explore,
And sing his praise, whom Christian realms adore.
And Boundless Pow'r, who did'st prolifick move
On the vast deep with energy divine,
And all the crude unfashion'd mass refine;
Thou, whof or ever did'st coeval dwell
With the blest Son and Father, thou can'st tell
What of his will and nature man can know.
Unnumber'd worlds appear'd, this earthly ball
From the black womb of night obedient sprung,
And in the air's soft bosom balanc'd hung.
Then did the hills and lofty mountains rise,
And with encroaching peaks invade the skies,
Peaks, which divided floating clouds, and grew
Dipt in cerulean ambient Æther blue.
Now drest in verdant pride, and bright array,
The vales did sweet voluptuous scenes display,
Thro' which the rivers drew their winding train,
And roll'd their silver treasures to the Main,
The store-house, which collected waters kept,
And where the floods, their travels ended, slept;
The Earth with refluent streams, with clouds the air, supply'd.
Now groves and forests crown the mountain's head,
And painted flow'rs enrich the smiling mead.
The tuneful birds regale their shelt'ring woods,
And fish, unvocal tenants, range the floods.
The fleecy flocks adorn th' aspiring hill,
And fair horn'd herds the fertile vally fill.
Thus Nature in consummate beauty drest,
Unbounded pow'r, and art divine confest.
Spotless and pure, was rais'd to high command;
Appointed, as unerring Books record,
Of this new world the delegated Lord.
By none, but blest celestial scenes, outvy'd.
A heav'n of pleasure in his breast he found,
While he with perfect innocence was crown'd,
And felt his Soul to his great Author move
In raptures of desire and strains of love.
To him the groves their heads submissive bow,
And balmy Zephyrs fragrant incense blow.
Streams from the hills, a sweet refreshment, spring,
To him the floods their flowing chrystal bring,
Where fish with sportive races please their King.
Fresh Nature's face profusely rich and gay
Does verdant charms and flow'ry joys display
Abundant, to delight their Sovereign's eye,
While arboring trees and blooming bow'rs supply
To entertain the Viceroy's ravish'd smell.
Birds, that abide glad inmates of the woods,
Or sing in trees the edging of the floods,
That high in air with flight ambitious rise;
And with terrestrial musick sooth the skies,
Congratulate at once in tuneful lays
Their new-made Lord, and sing their Author's praise.
The num'rous herds that in the pastures lowe,
And woolly flocks that crown the mountain's brow,
Did the vieegerent of the world obey;
And mighty beasts, that thro' the forest stray,
With a loud roar and complicated sound
Proclaim'd their King thro' all the lands around.
See, thus th' Almighty's bounteous hand bestow'd
This Paradise of joy, this blest abode,
On man, and plac'd him on a royal throne;
Whence he dominion measureless extends
Deputed Lord, to earth's remotest ends:
And happy had this Creature-God remain'd,
Had he primæval innocence maintain'd.
Th' inglorious field to conqu'ring Michael lost,
Fought with vast fury on the plains of heav'n,
Was with projected darts of lightning driv'n,
And chas'd with thunder, till he blasted fell
From heights celestial to the depths of hell;
He chang'd the regions of immortal bliss
For seats of horror, and a dire abyss,
Where eat in deep, and scarr'd with piercing flame
He of the new creation heard the fame;
And envying man his high and God-like state,
By heav'ns permission, left his burning cell,
Where torment howls and plagues unceasing yell:
He did his wings, immortal strength, display,
And with angelick swiftness cut his way
Thro' gulphs unbottom'd to the verge of day;
And saw the fresh creation charming fair
Pois'd and suspended in circumfluent air.
And Eden's walks by sharp seraphick sight
Descry'd, and there arriv'd, did soon deceive,
And to rebellion won unwary Eve.
By him seduc'd, she eat forbidden fruit,
Of misery and woe the fatal root.
She tempted too her consort, he comply'd,
Drawn to transgression by his beauteous bride.
The mountains trembled, and the marble rock
Felt the concussion, while without a breeze,
In calm unruffled air the waving trees
Did this and that way bend with mournful sway;
The flocks of grass disdainful pin'd away,
And forest-beasts refus'd in quest of food
To leave their dens, and range the hill and wood.
The molting birds hung down their pensive wing,
And sickning in their rousts forbore to sing.
The flowers their silken beauties folded kept,
And as with nightly dews replenish'd wept:
Rivers rush'd backward with portentous course,
And sought with refluent streams their distant source.
Thus troubled Nature Adam's fall bewail'd,
Disconsolate, that sin had thus prevail'd.
Now man perceiv'd his miserable state,
Deform'd with guilt, and fearful of his fate:
Deep in his breast, and penetrates his heart.
His courage with his innocence is fled,
And pious fear is chang'd to painful dread.
From his high state of bliss and innocence,
Justice th' apostate's death did now demand,
Arm and extend th' Almighty's wrathful hand:
But that the conscious rebel should believe
Some means his threaten'd ruin might reprieve,
Sweet-smiling mercy of celestial race,
Her charms divine, ineffable her grace,
Before the throne fell on her God-like face;
And mov'd th' offended Sov'reign to forbear
His vengeance, and a while th' offender spare.
Equal in glory and unbounded might
With the blest Father, Light of Light, arose,
And gracious said; This contest to compose,
That tender mercy may her suit attain,
And justice may not unatton'd complain,
That this mild method will destroy the end
Of government, while subjects, who offend,
Unpunish'd triumph, more audacious grow,
And on the Ruler's throne dishonour throw;
Fal'n man's deserv'd destruction to prevent
And justice to appease, I free consent
To take man's proper nature, then to bleed
A sacrifice, and suffer in his stead.
By boundless wisdom form'd, and matchless love,
And shew his nature just, and good, and pure.
All heav'n rejoyc'd, that God was reconcil'd,
Justice assents, and victor Mercy smil'd.
So oft his annual stages now the sun
Had in his azure road revolving run,
That he at length brought on th' auspicious day,
When the Redeemer should a ransome pay
For lost mankind, and to avert their doom,
By vital tyes their nature should assume,
And suffer death vicarious in their room.
Where he coeval with the Father shone;
Then of his robes majestick disarray'd,
And of the glorious pomp, which he display'd
His equipage divine and radiant crown,
He man became, and of a Virgin born,
Our nature did ennoble and adorn.
That must eternal admiration move!
The Son of God, a co-essential Beam,
An uncreated, everlasting Stream,
Resulting from th' immortal source of light,
And, as the blissful fountain, infinite,
Urg'd by compassion for th' important ends
Of blest redemption gracious condescend,
Free, and by no compulsive method prest
To be embody'd, and in flesh confest.
Who do's not feel the growing rapture? who
This mystick scheme can unastonish'd view?
And wisdom unrestrain'd, conspicuous shine,
Where pity justice satisfy'd disarms,
And goodness sets to view immortal charms?
And watch the azure frontiers of the sky,
Look'd down from heav'n with eager eyes to see
Of godliness th' amazing mystery,
The Mediator born, the infant King,
Who to the nations should salvation bring.
They did the heav'ns with loud Hosannahs fill
And cry'd; To earth be peace, to man good will.
Now a detachment order'd from the height
Of heav'ns blue Terras swiftly wing'd their flight
Down thro' th' aerial gulphs, and reach'd the earth,
And to the shepherds did impart the birth
Of Jacob should redeem, conduct and feed;
With all th' elect, that to his fold belong
Of ev'ry kindred, nation, land and tongue.
Prophetick inspiration, long believ'd,
That the Messiah, for his glory's sake,
Would a triumphant, publick entrance make,
Like a great monarch, who the vulgar charms,
With all the pomp of courts, and pride of arms;
That he would march victorious thro' the East,
And lead in chains the princes of the West;
That he his yoke would on the nations lay,
Subdue proud Greece, wide Egypt's scepter sway,
And make the Roman Pow'rs his Laws obey.
And power extensive to his people give.
But see, their towering expectations bred
By vain traditions, by false glosses fed,
Appear a dream; no princely marks adorn
The blest Redeemer, in a stable born.
And of an undisputed throne possess'd,
For God did empire on his Son bestow
O'er all in heav'n above and earth below,
And authoriz'd Messiah to command
The distant nations, and remotest land:
And this dominion, by divine decree
Establish'd firm, shall no abatement see,
Nor dissolution fear; but 'tis as true,
He did no temporal Monarchy pursue,
Nor at the triumphs of the victor aim.
His kingdom does no worldly greatness know,
Nor does its strength from arms and conquest flow,
This Prince a heav'nly government maintains,
And o'er the willing heart in secret reigns,
Which he by grace and light immortal sways,
And guides to bliss by mild persuasive ways.
He does no king's prerogative destroy,
But lets them all their crowns in peace enjoy:
And more he issues forth his high command,
Forbidding subjects sov'reigns to withstand,
While no unrighteous precepts from the throne
Come forth, which overthrow the Saviour's own.
The Jew, as said, with prejudice possess'd,
Thought, majesty in pow'r, and pomp express'd,
Whose dazling rays excite the people's dread,
And the proud honours of the laurel'd head
And therefore view'd his humble state with scorn,
Tho' then he open'd to the people's sight
Celestial scenes of beatifick light,
And uncontested miracles of might,
That more exalted dignity confess
Than the great monarchs of the earth possess;
Which miracles the Saviour's mission prove,
And shew it fix'd and ratify'd above.
Else we th' Almighty's justice can't maintain,
We must his truth and faithfulness arraign,
While he, by works omnipotent, has seal'd,
What an impostor has to man reveal'd,
And for his mission has to heav'n appeal'd.
Or act of understanding infinite,
Assent to heav'nly doctrines, and assure
The truth of some religious scheme reveal'd,
And by himself attested thus and seal'd.
God is so faithful, wise, and good, that he
Will never to delude the world agree,
He'll never num'rous miracles expend,
Never his high divine perfections lend,
A bold false prophet's words to ratify,
And thus oblige men to believe a lye.
Of all afford a full convincing light,
That they, who work them, sure credentials bring
From the most High, of kings the sov'reign King;
That he does these his messengers approve,
And own they brought their doctrine from above?
Can to the world his mind and laws convey:
Yet all with one consenting voice will own,
God to the world can make his pleasure known
By revelation, which can only stand
On works and signs, that shew th' Almighty's hand
Now see th' amazing signs, that did attest
The blest Redeemer's doctrines, and confess'd,
That he from heav'n was sent to teach mankind,
Were works of pow'r and knowledge unconfin'd.
Produc'd amazement, fear, and solemn awe;
They prejudic'd the pale spectator's sight,
And fill'd the soul with terror and affright.
Witness the wonders done on Sinai's hill,
That did with consternation Israel fill,
Such flames they saw, and did such thunder hear.
Witness the dreadful signs in Egypt shown,
Destructive vengeance, plagues, and wrath unknown.
And thou, red sea, which didst divided stand
In chrystal mountains by divine command,
Which by the same resistless word dissolv'd,
Fierce Pharoah's host, and Egypt's pride, involv'd;
Do thou, opprest with slaughter, witness bear,
How terrible the signs and tokens were,
The ancient scheme Mosaick to prepare.
That Christian faith was authoriz'd above,
Are miracles of mercy, grace and love.
The Saviour doing good went up and down,
And carry'd heav'nly gifts from town to town;
And foxes holes, where they in peace abide;
Jesus, mean time, the Lord of Nature's heir,
In want of all things, and opprest with care,
To no protecting refuge could repair.
From land to land, the gracious stranger pass'd,
And all around celestial blessings cast:
Such goodness, such compassion he express'd
As might be hop'd would melt the hardest breast;
And by endearing pledges of his love,
And proffer'd endless bliss, indulgent strove
To win th' obdurate Jews, but strove in vain;
Future immortal glories they disdain;
Christ worldly pomp and empire should have giv'n,
'Twas that they wanted, not his unseen heav'n.
In every place salvation he reveal'd,
The mind enlighten'd, and the body heal'd.
And by him check'd, loud storms their fury laid.
He smooth'd the ocean by his sole command,
And walk'd on liquid gulphs, as solid land.
His word the warring meteors reconcil'd,
The clouds retir'd, and heav'n serenely smil'd.
Demons, who this celestial stranger knew,
Dreading his awful presence swift withdrew,
And to their dark abodes indignant flew.
He rais'd the languishing, and cur'd the lame,
Made the dumb vocal to divulge his fame.
Now cleans'd the lepers with his healing word,
And now the raging lunatick restor'd.
His voice obedient fevers understood,
Laid down their heat, and left the boiling blood.
Distorted bones and members he replac'd,
And bad the slumb'ring dead arise ; the dead
Arose, and quickening left their dusty bed.
The deaf attentive, lent to him their ear,
Caught undulating sounds, and learn'd to hear
Impulsive accents, while he freed from night
The blind, and bad them see surprizing light.
To Miracles beneficent and kind,
He pow'r divine expended, free to feast
The faint and craving multitude, opprest
With pinching hunger, while created meat
Augmented faster, than the crowd could eat,
As on their bodies he rich gifts bestow'd,
He to their minds yet more compassion show'd;
The rising Sun of Righteousness display'd
Glory divine, which did from earth dispel,
Black clouds of error, and the gloom of hell.
Wand'ring about, he did, with ardent zeal,
Doctrines sublime and mystick Truth reveal;
And unfatigu'd did all his hours employ,
To spread glad tidings, heav'nly peace and joy,
Salvation thro' the Nations to proclaim,
And make the drousy world awake, and aim
At joys immortal and consummate bliss
In the next world attain'd, tho' not in this.
Nor in one only town, one place obscure,
Did he renown by mighty deeds procure,
But he upheld his wonder-working hand,
And stretch'd it forth o'er all Judea's land;
From every city crowding people came,
To see his actions, and exalt his fame.
To lands, that had embrac'd his heav'nly light;
People long since recover'd to restore,
And to convince the men convinc'd before;
Nor to his friends were his great works confin'd,
Which, like his Love, regarded human kind;
But he his Wonders wrought among his foes,
Who did with rage his Ministry oppose,
Of truths celestial did his scheme detest,
And to himself immortal hate express'd.
Of Necromantick art in Pharaoh's Court,
Did wonders, which in Scripture are enroll'd,
But wonders, that by greater were controll'd;
While those of Moses did with ease devour
The Serpents form'd from rods by magick pow'r;
Their works outrival'd were acknowledg'd vain;
Nor could they baffled give convincing light
Against the witness of superior might.
To weaken those by bless'd Messiah wrought,
Who did in works astonishing excell,
And triumph'd o'er the pow'rs of earth and hell;
A victor crown'd on vanquish'd Satan trod
The prince of night, and of this world the god.
These tokens, more than Nature's works, have giv'n
Assurance, that the Teacher came from Heav'n,
A teacher, whom his audience did adore,
And said, he spoke, as no man spoke before;
And, when he comes, what will Messiah do
Yet more? what greater wonders can he shew?
The Miracles he wrought were not denied.
But of his Glory Jesus to defraud
With calumnies infernal spread abroad,
The Pharisees, a proud, malignant Tribe,
To pow'rs unclean those Miracles ascribe;
Whence they in guilt unpardonable left,
And of all farther ways and means bereft,
That can convince their unbelieving mind,
And bring them to repentance, hard and blind
Are to despair, and endless pains consign'd.
And o'er the Indian Lords by arms prevail'd,
They to convince those nations never strove
By wonders of benevolence and love;
No miracles were for conversion shown,
But those of rage and cruelty unknown.
To heav'nly Bliss, they took those bars away,
And stripp'd them of their wealth, but ne'er design'd
By Christian knowledge to enrich their mind.
Corrupted revelations to display,
And doctrines midst those nations to import
Rome's growth or arts religious, no effort
Is made their heav'nly mission to assure
By signs and wonders, that the test endure:
The managers for condescensions plead
On either side, and kindly will recede
From some great Christian precepts, that the foe
May, in his turn, the like concessions show.
In a new mould, they Christ's religion cast,
And form his doctrines to the Pagan taste,
If Christians are the converts, or convert:
Whether the Pagan is a Christian made,
Or if the Christian has his faith betray'd,
And grows a Pagan, tho' without the name,
Or each a third religion mixt may claim.
These sons of Rome, who pow'r Almighty vaunt
Do not the Christian faith in Scythia plant,
Nor Lybia's lands, whose natives tokens want
To make them impious Idol-worship quit,
And to the Christian's sacred Creed submit
Tho' here they cannot gems and silver find,
They see great nations ignorant of mind,
Who might to truth by wonders be inclin'd.
Prudent they keep their miracles at home;
Nor in the various lands, thro' which they roam
For profit, frugal of Omnipotence,
Of miracles they make the least expence;
But, where they are unuseful, they abound.
And wrought his wonders in the people's sight;
His witnesses were confluent multitudes,
Which all suspected forgery excludes.
He mighty numbers, faint with hunger, fed
With fish fresh made, and still increasing bread.
At his rebuke before a thousand eyes,
The Demon now, and now the fever flies,
And at his call th' awakn'd dead arise.
Nor did he only once, or seldom prove
By miracles his mission from above,
But by immense profusion of his pow'r,
He wrought amazing wonders every hour;
And in unnumber'd miracles was kind.
That he the inmost soul's emotions knew,
Did the first impulse of the will descry.
And Instincts rising from their fountain spy;
Did fancy's dim unfinish'd sketches see
And intellectual half-wrought imag'ry:
He try'd the reins, the secret heart discern'd,
And afar off man's thoughts and actions learn'd;
Thus he the converse to Nathaniel told,
Which he at distance did with Philip hold;
And to th' amaz'd Samaritan reveal'd
Her life, which she from all men thought conceal'd:
He told him all the treason of his mind.
Now if we grant the sacred volumes true,
To Christ's commission our assent is due,
Or we must contradict the clearest light,
And strong reluctance shew to think aright.
That guilt by shedding blood must be effac'd;
In eldest times this custom did obtain,
While hecatombs piacular were slain,
And feather'd, or four-footed victims died,
On which the prostrate penitents relied,
As a sure means their deities to please,
To gain their favour, and their wrath appease
Tis like this practice from tradition flows,
Which from some precept positive arose,
The firstlings of the flock, and favour sought:
How else should such a rite so soon obtain,
And thro' the world so long its pow'r retain?
This seem'd a type, that Christ should once for all
Be sacrific'd, who on his name should call,
His system of Redemption should embrace,
And on his Cross and intercession place
Their hopes of God's benevolence, and bliss
Immortal, in the life succeeding this.
And the design of bless'd Redemption laid;
To lost mankind Salvation had proclaim'd,
At which the series of his actions aim'd;
He by a thousand miracles had shown,
That Heav'n did him a Mediator own;
His institution and their duty know;
How to improve, and heighten human kind,
Direct their manners, and instruct their mind,
And had his gracious ministry sustain'd,
'Till now it was completed; what remain'd,
But that in pangs and agonies of death,
He should, as was decreed, resign his breath,
And should his life inestimable lay
Down on the Cross, and a due ransom pay
For man's apostate species, and atone
Th' Almighty for transgressions not his own?
That blood no more should be on altars spilt
For expiation of th' offender's guilt,
He now will pay for man the penal price,
By dying in his stead a sacrifice.
Who did Messiah's promis'd reign ascribe
To Herod, with th' invet'rate Scribes combin'd,
And Pharisees, by Sadok's scholars joyn'd.
Who were before enrag'd in endless strife,
Conspir'd in plots against the Saviour's life.
They argu'd thus; We must allow, 'tis true,
This man does uncontested wonders shew
Of pow'r divine, and should he still defeat
Our opposition, and his works repeat,
Soon would the people him Messiah own,
And force him to ascend Judea's throne;
Then would the Roman pow'rs, to guard their right
Come, and enslave us by superior might;
Therefore one man should rather die, than all
The people should involv'd in ruin fall:
To kill the Lord of life, the Prince of peace.
And did the Saviour's poverty disburse,
Persidious wretch, by Satan's impulse sway'd
To his known foes, his Master's life betray'd.
The Son of God, whose vision unconfin'd
View'd all th' engendring instincts of the mind,
Saw bubling thoughts from their dark fountain spring,
And young desires first stretch their tender wing,
Shew'd, that he did not threaten'd death decline,
But bad him execute his black design
With speed; the traytor from his presence went
Determin'd to persue his curs'd intent,
Assembled they their market held of blood,
At a vile price, so books inspir'd unfold,
He to their chiefs the Lord of glory sold.
The Son of God, as well as son of man,
In a known garden agonizing lay,
And pray'd, the bitter cup might pass away.
Distress'd he groan'd beneath a weight immense,
As well of man's original offence
As after crimes; this vast collected store,
Imputed guilt, to free mankind, he bore.
Horrors and gloomy night o'erspread his Soul,
And wrathful tempests thro' his bosom roll;
A prelude to the throws and pangs of death.
In this sad strife his sweat, rich drops of blood,
Strove thro' his limbs, and in a vital flood
Of streaming purple down his body flow'd.
By such a burden not to be oppress'd,
Almighty vigor and the God confess'd.
While sorrowful to death our Lord remain'd,
And wrath transfer'd from guilty men sustain'd,
An Angel, purer than the purest flame,
To find the Saviour, to the garden came,
From the bless'd seats of endless peace and love,
As swift, and milder, than the gentle dove.
A sudden day smil'd thro' the wond'ring trees
Still and unshaken by the softest breeze,
Unfading youth bloom'd rosy on his face;
Who then our Lord address'd with heav'nly grace,
Solac'd his anguish, and asswag'd his grief;
That with celestial fortitude inspir'd,
The tempest scatter'd, and new strength acquir'd,
Peaceful and firm of mind he might support
Th' expected sentence of a cruel court:
That done, the shining messenger withdrew,
And back to Heav'n thro' gulphs of Æther flew.
Their clubs upheld, and fauchions in their hand,
Th' ungrateful traytor Judas at their head,
Laid hold on Jesus, and the pris'ner led;
That they at length might reach their bloody aim,
To suffer painful death and publick shame.
And tho' they found no guilt, yet Crucify
This man, the crowd with endless clamours cry.
Tho' by the judge approv'd, the raving Jews
Our blameless Lord with vehemence accuse,
That he aspir'd at Rome's imperial throne,
Who left one far more glorious of his own.
Again at Pilate's judgment seat arraign'd,
At whose Tribunal by his high command,
Pilate and Cæsar too at last shall stand,
Shudd'ring with horror, and devour'd with fear,
While they their charge and dreadful sentence hear.
Pilate declar'd his innocence, and then
Condemn'd him to the Cross: what will not men
From vile unworthy aims? Behold the Jew,
To dire perdition doom'd, a dreadful flood
Of vengeance, due to publick guilt of blood,
Had on himself with earnest cries implor'd,
Which soon the Roman on their nation pour'd.
Did cruel marks of hate immortal show.
They gnash'd their teeth, and spit upon his face,
As if our Lord had been the great disgrace,
The enemy and plague of Jacob's race.
With pointed thorns in sport they crown his head,
While painful wounds a crimson current shed;
Nor did so rich a glory e'er endow
A Saint's bright temples, or a Monarch's brow.
They dress'd him in a pageant robe of state,
On whom ten thousand servant angels wait,
A mimick scepter, mock'd his awful hand,
Which of the nations shall the scepter sway,
And on the coming great judicial day,
To every man his due impartial pay.
While on his life encroaching death prevail'd:
The Jews relentless at his torments smile,
Deride his person, and his deeds revile,
While dreadful signs and prodigies appear,
Scarce was there heard a sigh, or seen a tear.
Only some few the deepest sorrow show,
His kindred and partakers of his woe,
Who at a distance broken-hearted stood,
And saw with melting eyes this scene of blood.
That all his veins and vitals springs engross,
But what were these, tho' sad, compar'd with those,
That from th' Almighty's hot displeasure rose,
Who on his soul vindictive fury threw,
While from the suff'rer he his face withdrew,
And plung'd him deep in sorrow; whence he cried,
My God, my God, why am I now denied
Thy presence? why hast thou forsaken me?
In vast distress, why wilt thou absent be?
What are the burdens, which to life relate,
To that immense, unsufferable weight
Of human Nature's congregated guilt,
For which his blood he meritorious spilt?
That he lost man indulgent might restore,
To the blest station he enjoy'd before,
Yields up the ghost, and sinking quits the strife.
And seiz'd with horror to her center shook.
Diurnal night did with a gloomy shade
Miraculous, meridian light invade:
While clouds and darkness o'er th' horizon run,
Break Nature's order, and eclipse the Sun.
The temple's pillars trembled with affright,
And the partition Veil, portentous sight!
Was rent asunder, with design to show,
Th' Almighty now would no distinction know
Of nations as before, but unconfin'd
Would be to every land and language kind.
While by the conflict some awaken'd dead
Spring from the grave, and thro' the city stray,
A solemn prelude to the promis'd day,
When all the buried from the grave shall rise,
And to their trial, at the great assize
Of all mankind, shall confluent climb the skies.
These prodigies and strange events combine
Astonishment and terror to create,
And from the Lord of Nature's funeral state.
Two days he lay among the dead enroll'd,
But on the third, as he before had told,
The grave no longer could its pris'ner hold.
And, active heat rekindling in his veins,
He did again departed life assume,
And rose victorious from the cleaving tomb.
By aids divine their drooping spirits chear'd,
Gave more extensive knowledge, and reveal'd
Mysterious truths, that lay before conceal'd,
Or by his friends, ev'n those of clearest sight,
Discern'd but in a dim and dubious light.
He taught them, how they should instruct and guide
His Church, and free from avarice and pride
They should as leaders, not as lords preside.
He never bad his preachers troops command,
Nor Infidels convert with sword in hand;
And to his friends instructive rules convey'd,
He on his promise bad them firm depend,
That when arriv'd in Heav'n he thence would send
The Sacred Spirit, Comforter divine,
Who on their minds in stronger light should shine,
And teach them every truth, which should concern,
Or them to publish, or mankind to learn.
Uplifted swiftly mounts the steepy skies;
A glade of Æther parting clouds display,
Whence a clear pass between them open lay
To unknown glory, and ascending day.
Without corruption he by death oppress'd,
O grave! a while thy victory confess'd;
And bound with greater vigor to the skies.
Emerging from the gloomy depths beneath,
The vale of tears, and the sad courts of death,
He cuts the spacious empire of the air,
And climbs the lofty azure mountains, where
He saw unnumber'd worlds and orbs immense,
Thro' intervening space their light dispense.
Empires by hands divine in Æther roll'd,
And which their everlasting course uphold.
The Saviour gain'd by unobstructed flight,
Where Seraphs, Thrones, and mighty potentates
Pour'd from the blissful court's immortal gates,
In glorious pomp and equipage divine,
Drawn in aray, did in bright order shine.
And the bless'd Saviour of the world ador'd,
Ravish'd to see by the great Christian head
Captivity in chains a captive led,
And death and sin, a vanquish'd pair forlorn,
The triumph of the victor's march adorn.
With shouts of joy, which ecchoing did rebound
From the blue hills and chrystal tow'rs around,
The Saviour they attended to the throne
Of God most high, where he illustrious shone
On his right hand in perfect bliss, and where
The fragrant incense of his people's pray'r
He still shall offer up, still intercede,
And for their pardon boundless merit plead.
Book II.
THE ARGUMENT OF THE SECOND BOOK.
The
elevated faculties of the mind,
its capacity to receive prophetick inspiration;
the foresight of contingent events, a certain argument of
Omniscience, an incommunicable attribute
of God. Therefore to be endow'd with the
Spirit of prophecy is a sure Testimony that such a
person is sent from God. Prediction of contingent
effects and the actions of free Agents are as great
a discovery of Omniscience, as Miracles of Power
are of Omnipotence: The first as great a proof of
Prophet's divine Mission as the last. This applied
Than to his various living works below,
The long-wing'd feather'd race, that soar above,
And the melodious people of the grove,
The flocks and herds, and beasts, that haunt the woods,
And all the scaly nations of the floods.
And gave him high perfections, like his own.
With pow'r elective he his will endow'd,
And sight seraphick on his mind bestow'd.
He from his face divine th' immortal ray
Of conscious reason did to man convey,
And spread his soul with intellectual day.
Enabled him to think, divide, unite,
Compare, reflect, and draw deductions right:
Furnish'd his fancy with swift wings to rise,
Search the vast orbs, and traverse distant skies,
Or travel o'er th' extended earth and main,
Gath'ring Ideas to enrich the brain.
Man thus enobled was empowerd to find,
Know, and adore, and love, th' eternal mind,
High contemplation on him to employ,
And heav'nly correspondence to enjoy.
The seats of peace and bliss, and able grew
By their sublime endowments to embrace
Moral injections and celestial grace;
To feel divine illapses from above,
And by impulsive instincts upward move.
Of organs sensitive fair scenes convey'd
From heav'n before the mind can be display'd;
Whose active pow'rs are fitted to receive
What lights presaging energy can give.
God to the soul immediate can instill
Instruction, and impart his secret will.
By pow'r divine the spirits, in the brain
Assembled and dispos'd, can entertain
Commerce with Heav'n, whence knowledge is acquir'd,
By visions and instructive dreams inspir'd.
Th' oppression feels, and with the rapture strives,
While agitated spirits scarce sustain
Th' extatick labour and prophetick pain:
Mean time the body is of strength bereft;
Weak are the limbs, and slack the sinews left;
While all the trembling joynts and heaving breast
Th' illumination wonderful attest,
And own the impulse of the prescient guest.
Can dark events, to us contingent, see;
Hence must prediction be a certain sign,
That messenger declares the will divine,
Who by the wondrous pow'r of prophecy
Can tell the world, what shall hereafter be.
For should a prophet novel doctrines preach,
And a new system of religion teach,
Or change the rites, that Heav'n did once ordain,
If his predictions full completion find,
Which to confirm his doctrine are design'd,
He brings th' unerring voucher in his hand,
And justly must belief from all command;
What he affirms must be divine confest,
Or God most high imposture must attest.
Of this more fully after; now, behold,
Before-hand Christ, events contingent, told.
Repeated in th' astonish'd people's sight,
Thro' the whole land Christ's progress did attend,
And shew, that Heav'n did him a Saviour send,
So signs and wonders subsequent no less
Our Lord's divine authority confess.
Own'd the Redeemer, and his doctrine seal'd,
But prophecies with equal force declare
His mission, and to Jesus witness bear.
Conspicuous marks of knowledge infinite,
As well as boundless pow'r, belief excite,
And prescience, which does in predictions shine,
Of boundless knowledge is a certain sign.
The instruments of thought, that entertain
The mind with all her bright ideal train,
By pow'r divine mov'd in a secret way,
As said, may to the soul Heaven's will convey;
And hence that person may undoubtful find,
To him th' Almighty has reveal'd his mind,
Who this celestial message shall disown
Not made to them, tho' to the prophet known.
If he to others would conviction give,
That they his inspiration may receive,
He must by publick signs and wonders shew,
That from th' Eternal Mind his doctrines flow.
Events, that sleeping in their causes lie,
Who can effects fortuitous foresee,
And tell the actions of an agent free,
Must by the strictest reason be allow'd
One with divine omniscient pow'r endow'd;
Or one, to whom th' Almighty has reveal'd
Things, which in darkness else would lie conceal'd.
Of knowledge unconfin'd, and boundless sight,
Can vast duration's gloomy deep survey,
And from his face emit a searching ray
To pierce the shades of dark futurity,
Trace men unborn, and future annals see.
From Heav'n his high commission must attest,
Nor is it more by works of pow'r confest.
Contemplate first the prophecies of old
In Heav'n's unerring oracles enroll'd,
Which to the bless'd Redeemer witness bear,
And, where, and when this light should rise, declare.
By Satan in the Serpent's form betray'd,
And make it fatal, did perhaps declare,
That he by Nature, like each other Brute,
Was once of speech and reason destitute,
But got them both by a rich garden-fruit:
And to the woman, who desir'd to see
This wondrous fruit, he pointed out the tree.
She argued, if it wrought so great a change,
And could a beast midst reas'ning creatures range,
It might with God-like knowledge fill her mind,
And raise her Nature to a God-like kind;
Seduc'd by this temptation's force she eat
The fair, but known to be forbidden, meat.
This heinous guilt did God most high provoke,
And thus the guileful Serpent he bespoke:
Behold, I fix a lasting enmity
Between the woman criminal, and thee.
Hate in their breasts reciprocal shall feed.
The time will come, when from her stock shall spring
A generous branch, that shall Salvation bring:
“He will inflict a wound, that thou shalt feel
“Deep in thy head, and thou shalt bruise his heel:
Thus, as the literal sense does plain appear,
So is th' important under-meaning clear.
Of Jacob, which the sacred Book records.
“The scepter shall not go from Judah's line,
“Nor shall his pow'r of giving laws decline,
“And sink, 'till Shiloh come. Now here, behold
Of Christ a full prediction uncontroll'd.
Messiah, he to come, he to be sent.
Tho' some, this clear prediction to evade,
Perversly have a strain'd construction made
Of the known word, that scepter we translate,
But they a rod, and not a mark of state;
A rod that chastens such as go astray,
Not the known ensign of imperial sway.
But thus th' unjudging reader is abus'd,
For in that sense the term is never us'd:
Besides, that 'twas the prophet's full intent
To signify a rod of government,
The awful emblem of authority,
Rules to ordain and justice to decree,
Shines out conspicuous from the following clause,
“Nor from between his feet one giving laws.
To Judah, common to each other tribe,
And which the rest involv'd in trouble bore
More sharp, than Judah, after and before.
Besides in this whole prophecy we find
Only salvation, conquest, pow'r, design'd
For Judah, whence 'tis evident, that God
Here did not brandish his correcting rod;
Which well consider'd numbers did convince
Of this once-favour'd Nation, that the Prince
Messiah must be come, and made them own
Jesus the promis'd heir of David's throne.
Law-giving pow'r and empire shall remain
In Judah's branches 'till Messiah's reign.
We urge, the bless'd Messiah must be come,
Since none unscepter'd Judah's laws revere,
The period fix'd, when Shiloh should appear.
Long since the potent nation of the gown,
Lords of the world, did pull that empire down;
The legislative pow'r of Judah broke,
And brought the vanquish'd tribes beneath their yoke.
That bless'd Messiah came, but for the sake
Of Jacob's spreading guilt, he was conceal'd
They know not where, in time to be reveal'd.
The Jews obdurate unasham'd rely
On this absurd ridiculous reply,
To break the force of that fam'd prophecy.
But of this fact since we have no record,
No proof, no reason, but the Rabbins word,
And shut against convincing light their eyes,
This bold and shameless fiction we despise.
A full prediction of Messiah's reign.
And Jacob's sons in vain designs engage?
Why do they ill-imagin'd schemes conclude,
Which will their hopes and confidence delude?
The rulers of the earth tumultuous rise
And potentates in counsel joyn'd devise
Vain empty plots against th' Almighty's throne,
And royal pow'r of his anointed son.
Let us of this new lord, they impious say,
The bands asunder break, and far away
That ties the yoke above the shoulder fast.
The Lord that sits enthron'd in light on high
Shall all conspiring potentates defy:
Shall laugh, when he observes their boastful pride,
And all their weak and idle threats deride.
He'll in his wrath to these destruction speak,
And in his hot and sore displeasure break
Their strong assurance of complete success,
And overwhelm their souls with vast distress.
Yet I, behold, by my resistless might,
As I decreed, triumphant in despite
Of princes, who oppos'd my sov'reign will
Have set my King on Sion's holy hill.
Behold, I will declare the high degree,
Th' Almighty has pronounc'd concerning me;
Thee I acknowledge, thee my heir I own,
This day have I begotten thee my Son.
The nations, and the nations shall be thine.
Remotest lands shall thy possession be,
And kings to pay thee homage shall agree.
They, who are hard and disobedient found,
Thou'lt with a rod of iron deeply wound;
Not only make them sharp affliction bear,
But dash and break them, like a potters ware.
Therefore, ye princes, wise instructions learn,
And truth, ye judges of the earth, discern:
Then serve the Lord with fear, and hear his voice,
Mindful at once to tremble, and rejoyce.
Salute the Son, lest you his anger raise,
And then should perish in your impious ways,
Ev'n when his kindling wrath but little glows;
They triumph, who in him their trust repose.
Assemble, and insulting me around,
The wicked, who inclose me with their bands,
Behold, in rage have pierc'd my feet and hands;
I tell my bones distorted from their place,
While godless scoffers stare me in the face.
Among their troop my garments they divide,
And, whose shall be my vest, by lot decide.
The mockers gave me bitter gall for meat,
And vinegar to quench my thirst and heat;
Thou from the holds of death shall set me free,
Nor let thy holy one corruption see.
Sit thou at my right hand 'till I shall break
And on thy foes thy foot-stool bid thee tread.
A wondrous Son, and shall his name declare
Immanuel, God with us: who cannot see
The light of this convincing prophecy?
For our transgressions sorely to be bruis'd:
He of our peace the chastisement endur'd,
And by his healing stripes we all are cur'd.
All we, like wand'ring sheep, have gone astray,
And turn'd aside to our own crooked way,
And God the crimes of all on him did lay.
He pour'd his soul out unto death, behold
He was with heinous criminals enroll'd;
And for transgressors mercy did implore.
Display'd the Saviour to the reader's sight
That Porphyry a learned Pagan sage,
Believ'd his book wrote in a later age,
And by imposture to the scriptures joyn'd,
That Christian faith might thence full credit find.
This prophet has declar'd the destin'd year.
When the Messiah promis'd should appear;
That under heavy suff'rings he should groan,
And be cut off for sins, but not his own.
On this prediction, he that is intent
Will to the Christian scheme soon give assent,
Or shew a hard impenetrable mind,
To which no reason can admission find.
Of Judah's thousands but a little part,
From thee shall come a prince, whose regal sway
The subject tribes of Israel shall obey;
Whose goings forth have ever been of old,
From ages not by numbers to be told.
That while the second temple did remain
Messiah should be born; then is it clear,
That he the Lord Redeemer must appear
Before the Roman legions had effac'd
Strong Sion's tow'rs, and laid her temple waste.
Before me shall prepare the way; and see,
Shall quickly come, and in his temple stand,
The angel of the covenant, in whom
You boast, the Lord of hosts says, he shall come.
Behold, thus saith the Lord of hosts, yet once
I, to confirm my covenant, pronounce,
It is a little while, and I will shake
The heav'ns, and make the land and ocean quake.
I'll shake all realms, and then the person, whom
All nations look for and desire, shall come;
And I the Lord of armies thus declare,
I'll with my glory fill this house of pray'r.
By light celestial, that the Lord, the prince
Messiah must be come, and plain declare
That Christ is he, to whom they witness bear,
Completed make his heav'nly mission known.
And treason hatching in his breast discern,
But to the rest th' apostate's heart display'd,
And said by whom their Lord should be betray'd.
He by unerring prophecy foretold,
The conqu'ring grave should him a captive hold
Till the third day, when he would victor rise
The living object of their wond'ring eyes,
And death for ever vanquish'd then despise.
The destin'd fall of Sion, thus foretold:
And fierce invaders wealthy lands despoil;
Arm'd nations now with nations shall engage,
And realm with realm contend in deadly rage:
Now wars and warlike humours shall prevail,
And sons shall fathers, fathers sons assail:
Amazing signs to that tremendous day
Of wrath divine a prelude shall display
Appearances astonishing to sight,
And prodigies unknown the world shall fright:
Nature shall lie in agonies opprest,
While tempests from the hills their bowels wrest,
While unexampled wonders men surprize,
And earthquakes shake the ground, and storms the skies:
Vast tribulation, such as ne'er before
The world beheld, and shall behold no more.
And empty crowded towns, to glut the grave:
Fierce pestilence by want and slaughter bred,
And armies, raging captains at their head,
Shall desolations's howling empire spread.
Hot burning flames, and deaths malignant, known
By purple marks, proud monarchs shall dethrone,
And with like rage the people shall consume,
And fill with pale inhabitants the tomb.
Yet greater plagues, false prophets, shall arise,
And Christs pretended, who with specious lies
And feign'd illusive signs shall draw aside
Unstable minds, that can't the test abide.
When you th' unhallow'd desolation see,
Foretold in Daniel's solemn prophecy,
When armies shall prophane the sacred ground,
And there encamp'd Jerusalem surround,
And in the hills and shelt'ring forests lie,
Till this amazing storm be overblown,
That shall destroy this execrable town,
Lest undistinguish'd they remain consum'd,
With Jews obdurate to destruction doom'd.
And shew the city's certain ruin near.
Behold, the Saviour comes, and rolls on high,
Born on the clouds, the chariots of the sky,
In glory, wrathful, majesty, and pow'r,
The city's pride and splendor to devour.
The sunshall be effac'd by gloomy night,
And turn'd to blood the dreadful moon shall fright
Pale gazers on, and from the shaken spheres
The falling stars shall cause resistless fears.
Shall this and that way fly, and search the land
With watchful care, his followers to collect,
And from unrival'd vengeance to protect.
And wond'rous height, he said; by foreign powers
This mighty work, this venerable pile,
Consum'd by flame, shall lie in ruins vile;
So perfectly her frame shall be effac'd,
You'll see no stone upon another plac'd.
Is evident in records uncontroll'd:
When thro' his azure road the circling sun
Twice twenty times his annual race had run
By Roman legions see the town begirt.
On Salem, so their great historian wrote,
These prodigies were in Judea known;
In the fam'd feast of bread unleaven'd shone
Between the temple and the altar, bright
As middle day, a glory spread by night.
Besides, a cow, which was a victim led,
In the same days of unfermented bread,
Did in the temple, crowds astonish'd saw,
Bring forth a lamb in breach of Nature's law.
Immense of size, and of prodigious weight,
Spontaneous open'd, and unfolded lay.
Red balls of fire hung kindled in the air,
And meteors frightful, with portentous hair
Glaring eruption, trail'd their lighted train
Along the clouds, and swept the azure plain.
Chariots of iron, at the fall of day,
And armies, drawn in terrible aray,
Encamp'd on high o'er Sion's head appear,
Presaging final desolation near;
While voices strange by day, and cries by night,
Attending Levites in the temple fright,
Who did to see the trembling fabrick start,
And heard that dreadful voice, come let us hence depart.
Besides a whole year's space a blazing star,
Form'd like a sword, proclaim'd approaching war,
Denounc'd destruction to the impious town.
Intent, before the place their wings display,
Intestine fury and th' invader's arms
Alternate shake her tow'rs with fierce alarms.
Without the walls, vast armies spread the plain,
Within, contention, war, and uproar reign.
Ev'n when the Roman engines shook their wall,
And mutual safety did for concord call
Courage and force united, to remove
The common foe; the tribes distracted strove
With rage and hate immortal, to destroy
Each others lives, and did so long employ
Th' intestine sword, that, see, a purple flood
Rolls thro' the drains, and fills the trench with blood,
This scene of mingled guilt and punishment,
Of self-revenging crimes, and dreadful sight,
Which made the generous foe, mankind's delight,
So nam'd in Rome, break forth in tears, to see
Such civil rage and boundless cruelty;
Nor could his fam'd humanity prevent
A nation's fall, on their own ruin bent.
On the steep fortress, which he last assail'd,
A flaming firebrand by a vulgar hand,
Against the valiant leader's high command,
As to fulfil the prophecy inspir'd,
Projected fasten'd, and the temple fir'd.
While the great chief, to save the wondrous frame,
With fruitless labour strove to stop the flame.
Of God most high the residence renown'd,
Is, as foretold, laid desolate and waste,
O'er which the plough, as o'er a field, has past.
Aided the Jew, the temple to rebuild,
That men might hence the prophecies deride,
He arts in vain, and pow'r imperial tried;
For fires prodigious breaking from below
Th' apostate's impious project overthrow;
The workman's labour and his engines burn,
And Sion's old foundations overturn;
All which the Saviour's prophecy attest,
That not one stone should on another rest.
That, like their Lord, they should great wonders do,
And soon th' event prov'd his prediction true.
And after Christ's ascension to his throne
In heav'n, where he in bliss eternal shone,
All his predictions promissory, crown'd
With clear completion, infidels confound.
Now on th' apostles congregated, see,
Th' expected pure-proceeding Deity,
Gracious descending from the regions blest,
In cloven tongues of fire did on them rest;
Whence foreign languages, before unknown,
Th' apostles spake, as ready as their own,
By which they might convey Christ's high commands,
And propagate his gospel thro' the lands.
The hearers, whence they on th' apostles gaz'd,
As messengers with pow'r divine inspir'd,
Which to their doctrine soon belief acquir'd.
This sacred Spirit, Comforter divine,
Their crude and dark conceptions did refine,
Their prepossessions by his light remov'd,
Their faith extended, and their zeal improv'd.
Peter no more the Saviour-Lord denied,
But preach'd him boldly, boldly for him died.
Now all their doubts dispell'd, his friends esteem
Him the true King, that Israel should redeem.
With miracles astonishing to sight,
Awful profusion of eternal might,
Majestick greatness and celestial state,
That in the mind belief divine create,
Th' Evangelists his heralds Christ proclaim
The Mediator-King, and zealous aim
And make mankind revere his high commands.
Behold, resistless with a word they speak
Health to the sick, and vigor to the weak.
They now remove sharp pains, and ling'ring now,
The lame with feet, with eyes the blind endow.
Fevers by them rebuk'd call'd in their flame,
Torment grew easy, and distraction tame.
Demons, unclean infernal spirits, who
The pow'r resistless of th' apostles knew,
From men possess'd, and by their presence flew.
Departed life at their command return'd,
And vital flame extinct rekindling burn'd.
The dead awaken'd lift their wond'ring eyes;
Surpriz'd themselves, they all around surprize.
Wild beasts fierce Nature at their word dismiss'd,
Poisons grew mild, and harmless serpents hiss'd.
Which the bless'd Saviour's prophecy fulfill,
An awful train of miracles of might,
Confirm'd their Gospel, and diffus'd its light.
Of fishermen with fearless courage stand
In presence of the mighty and the great,
And plac'd before the tyrant's judgment seat,
With unconsider'd words, and eloquence
Inspir'd by heav'n, make such a just defence,
That while the pris'ners did undaunted look,
Their guilty judges oft with terror shook.
Of undertaking to concert a scheme
By sin offended, and redeem mankind?
Grant that of this high task they could have thought,
Immensely from their humble sphere remote,
Could they without the science of the schools,
Unpractis'd in disputes, and in the rules
Of arts persuasive, nor for parts renown'd
Make their unpolish'd foolishness confound
Athenian wits, of vast esteem possest,
And triumph o'er the wisdom of the east?
Yet, see, without th' endowments of a mind
By nature happy, or in schools refin'd,
These fishermen celestial light display,
Convert the realms, and make them Christ obey.
They their new doctrines prevalent dispense,
Not by the sword, but by the eloquence
Of miracles divine, and wond'rous signs,
Which to belief th' astonish'd soul inclines.
And subtile means, they did the world convert,
So did they poor, without a friend or home,
As fugitives, thro' heathen kingdoms roam,
Where they, in spite of arm'd invet'rate foes,
Great kings and princes, who against them rose,
With zeal heroick, ignorant of dread,
Did thro' the nations Christ's Religion spread;
Nor could the terrors of tyrannick might
Controll the progress of their heav'nly light:
Nor all th' united pow'rs of earth and hell
Of truth divine these naked champions quell.
Boldly unhallow'd idols they assail'd,
Contemn'd they conquer'd, and unarm'd prevail'd.
Against the heathen's darling vices fought,
Hate, envy, pride, and covetous desires;
To make reproach, contempt, and scorn their choice,
Triumph in prisons, and in want rejoyce;
Of pleasures wealth and pow'r their farewel take,
And lay down life for a strange teacher's sake;
A teacher, who, as his apostles told,
'Midst heinous malefactors was enroll'd,
And sentenc'd by the rulers of the state
Met on the cross an ignominious fate.
Say, does it not all possibility
Surpass, that pagan nations should agree
Their ancient gods, and vices to denie,
And for a new Religion chuse to die,
On the bare word of a few wand'rers, who
Produc'd no proof, that what they taught was true.
Hence is it certain, that th' apostles wrought
Wonders, and signs miraculous, that brought
And ratify'd his Truth by them reveal'd;
Or else the Deist will be forc'd to grant,
That an effect do's no efficient want.
Thro' the wide Roman monarchy succeed,
And the foundations of Christ's empire laid,
E'er yet the conqu'ring eagles were display'd
In Palestine, or Sion Rome obey'd:
Now this event does uncontested shew
The bless'd Redeemer's fam'd prediction true,
Who, pointing to the stately temple, said,
That thro' the world the Gospel should be spread,
E'er yet the Roman's unresisted sword
Should of Judæah's city make him Lord,
Her lofty walls and buildings to destroy.
By which those facts, as certain, we defend.
Some disputants absurd and obstinate
For evidence decisive in debate;
Whate'er the subject is, demand a light
Perceptible, as object of the sight;
And mathematick demonstration want
For all conclusions they are pleas'd to grant.
Ridiculous! can those half-scholars find
In sciences and arts of diff'rent kind,
No diff'rent methods to convince the mind?
Claim principles distinguish'd of their own,
And diff'rent ways of demonstration chuse.
Do mariners to Indian isles by force
Of metaphysick doctrines steer their course?
Or do the sons of Æsculapian art,
Who, to recover health, wise rules impart,
The compass take, and mark the fluid blood,
That thus a fever may be understood?
Do lawyers plead from Euclid at the bar?
Do chiefs by Plato's notions govern war?
Or statesmen in the art of ruling skill'd
Their schemes of empire by Vitruvius build?
No, each of these have precepts of their own,
And principles distinct, from which alone
Their consequent deductions true appear,
Nor can be made by foreign maxims clear.
What point soever you your subject make,
The method you to gain conviction take,
For which the subject in debate can call,
Is scientifick, while it leaves behind
No ground or cause of doubting in the mind.
Such proofs as these all reas'ning men account
To mathematick certainty amount:
For what can Euclid, what can Newton prove
More plain, than he, who do's all doubt remove
From whatsoever springs our notions flow,
If we are certain, can we more be so?
Or more assur'd than sure? can certainty
Be more or less, and differ in degree?
Then if by moral mediums we can shew
The Gospel signs and miracles are true,
No geometrick maxims can procure
Fuller assent, and more the mind secure.
That near the rising sun rich spices grow;
That celebrated Rome does tow'ring stand,
And fam'd Milano in Hesperia's land;
That there's a new found world America,
Tho' we these lands and cities never saw.
This is affirm'd by millions, who have been
In all those realms, and have those cities seen,
By commerce drawn, or curious to explore
People and lands unvisited before.
Nor can the strongest scientifick light
More help the mind to form conclusions right.
For where's the man, who can a cause assign,
That could prevail with millions to combine,
A lye, that serves no purpose, to invent,
Of which not one did ever yet repent?
The reach of moral possibility,
And would subvert right reason's strictest laws,
By owning an effect without a cause.
Of things existent, which we never saw,
Is notwithstanding founded on the sense
Of sight, an uncontested evidence,
Tho' not our own, of multitudes immense;
Whose witness must in cases be believ'd,
In which they can't deceive, nor be deceiv'd.
Besides, 'tis easier far, we bold aver,
That one, than millions, should in vision err:
Now should perverse philosophers conclude,
That objects may ten thousand eyes delude,
Then if my own should the same objects view,
Can I be sure they're represented true?
Than all those thousands, who mistook before.
By demonstration of the strictest kind,
This will the credit of all annals blast,
Nor have we means to know transactions past.
Must not all actions memorable die,
And in oblivion sunk for ever lie?
Absurd! for can't we full assurance draw
From histories, of things we never saw:
That Cæsar, Pompey's arms did overcome,
Usurp imperial pow'r, and govern Rome;
That thenceforth monarchs, and a purple train
Of scepter'd priests did in Hesperia reign;
That our first William of illustrious fame,
From Gallia's shores, to conquer Albion came;
O Rome, and pontificial rage defie;
And, great example, at one glorious stroke
Rescued this island from her servile yoke,
And the proud props of foreign empire broke;
That our first James left Scotia's northern land,
Britannia's royal scepter to command;
That these and other liege imperial Lords
Rul'd Albion's realm, as history records,
And that the various laws which bear the name
Of our successive monarchs, are the same
With those they made, and still obedience claim?
Exclusive of all doubt, we are assur'd
These things are true, nor can there be procur'd
More certainty by any different ways
Of proof, whence reas'ning men conclusions raise
In other arts and sciences, ev'n those
Which evidence demonstrative propose.
How we acquire unerring certainty,
That the great signs and miracles were done,
Recorded to evince, that Christ the Son
Of God was Mediator Lord, and prove
His high commission issued from above.
None, than the Gospel histories, appear
More from suspicion of imposture clear,
Compos'd and written by the artless pen
Of vulgar, plain, uneducated men,
Poor and illiterate, and despis'd as fools
By Jewish Rabbins and Athenian schools:
And were not such disqualified to frame
The vast, sublime, important Christian scheme,
And then invent of wonders such a train
Their new and forg'd religion to maintain,
As could belief thro' num'rous kingdoms gain?
Rooted by custom deeply in the heart,
Their settled worship would great monarchs quit,
To humour needy wand'rers, and submit
At their persuasion to renounce their own,
And serve a God, unheard of, and unknown,
Had not amazing miracles been wrought,
Which uncontested demonstration brought,
That God confirm'd whate'er th' apostles taught;
That he in heav'n had ratified and seal'd
Their mission, and his will by them reveal'd?
Could they, without great wonders done, pretend
A new religious plan to recommend,
And tell the world, that on a stranger's word
Their ancient worship ought to be abhorr'd?
That they should keep their country's rites no more,
But their old gods disclaim, and Christ adore?
To bring the Pagans to the Christian side,
Without more motives; who can e'er believe,
The realms convinc'd their doctrines would receive?
'Tis true, th' impostor Arab, to promote
His forg'd religious scheme no wonders wrought;
That he the pow'r of God himself proclaim'd,
As Jesus was his Word and Wisdom nam'd;
This did the world by miracles persuade,
That did with arms and violence invade,
And proselytes by devastation made.
Th' apostles led no armies in the field,
Nor were they vers'd in statesmen's crafty rules,
The arts of war, or learning of the schools;
Of pow'r and wealth, and all endowments, fit
To plant a new religion, soon they won
The people to believe; if this were done
Without the help of miracles, then here
See an effect without a cause appear.
The miracles, that were by Jesus done,
And crowds immense ascertain'd by their sight,
Were conscious of his wonder-working might.
Nor did the Pagan writers, Porphyry
And Celsus, fam'd philosophers, deny,
That all those mighty works the Christians quote
To prove his mission, were by Jesus wrought;
And had they not appear'd to them unfeign'd,
And with no marks of art collusive stain'd,
To find th' imposture, and the fraud detect?
Supported by the suffrages of all
In eldest times, this truth can never fall,
That miracles surpassing Nature's sphere
By Jesus wrought did evident appear,
And from all umbrage of deception clear.
And prove the Saviour's signs and wonders true,
We reason thus; that witness we believe,
Who cannot be deceiv'd, nor can deceive:
Th' apostles, who these miracles relate,
Did on their sacred Master daily wait;
They heard his words, and saw his works, and thence
They were ascertain'd by the evidence
Undoubtful of their own unerring sense.
They standing by, nor could the senses cheat
These lookers on: for should we that concede,
We could no ground of certain knowledge plead;
All principles of science would be lost,
Euclid no more could demonstration boast.
If on our senses then we may depend,
And, that they can't mislead us, we contend,
Th' Evangelists could no deception find
From false ideas carry'd to their mind,
Who, as companions with their Lord convers'd,
And only what they heard, and saw rehears'd.
They undeluded could not us delude.
These men are still in history allow'd
Offenceless, and with probity endow'd;
Fraud or injustice, or seditious strife:
They on their neighbours drew no fatal harms,
Nor kill'd with open or clandestine arms;
Ravag'd no countries by licentious bands,
Nor temples rob'd with sacrilegious hands.
The only charge their foes against them brought
Was founded on the doctrines, which they taught:
And what revenge their malice bad them take,
Was for religion's, and for Jesus sake.
From place to place on doing good intent.
Where'er the wand'rers came, they left behind
Some blessings on the body or the mind.
Besides, to make their heav'nly mission clear
The seal of God, as mention'd, did appear
Themselves, t'attest the doctrines, which they taught:
Which did by clearest demonstration prove,
That they were faithful envoys from above,
Sent forth by high authority, to teach
Celestial truth, and Christ the Saviour preach.
Did in the Church two centuries endure,
When Christians urg'd the foes to come, and see
The miracles they wrought by energy
Divine, and by their own unerring sight
Convinc'd receive the Gospel's heav'nly light.
And seal'd at last their doctrine with their blood.
Had they been able, yet they could not dare
Spread schemes of new religion, and declare
Should still bear penal flames, yet never die.
For false religion have their lives resign'd:
See this objection thus with ease remov'd;
For false religion none have martyrs prov'd,
Who did not think that false religion true,
And thus right reason's rules they did pursue:
For erring conscience must as well controll
Our acts, as when it moves and guides the soul
Aright inform'd; for it is equal here,
If things are good, or only good appear:
But let th' objectors one example show,
Where men did death and torments undergo
For false religion, while they thought it so.
That Christ's apostles, if impostors, died
For a religion they themselves had coin'd,
And therefore knew, it must be false and feign'd.
And now if men of manners innocent,
Who life in pain and endless labour spent,
And scorn'd and friendless wander'd up and down,
Despising pow'r, revenues, and renown,
Then death in shame and torture underwent
To seal a lye, they did themselves invent,
And with great ardor spread; if this were so,
It must our Nature's order overthrow:
Men schemes may lay, and nothing thence intend,
And act with zeal, yet act without an end;
And then, behold, against right reason's laws,
Effects may be produc'd without a cause.
What aims, what springs, what motives could impell
Th' Evangelists, who had no worldly view,
To do and suffer thus, were not their doctrine true?
Nor, wonderful! did ever one repent
Of this suppos'd imposture, or lament
His crime, but harden'd, rather chose to die,
Than by confession to renounce a lye;
A lye, which by him forg'd, was to him known,
If we the gospel scheme a fiction own.
To minds impartial evident and clear,
That Christ's great works and wonders were unfeign'd
Real and certain, which not only gain'd
Th' assent of Christian converts, but of foes,
Who did with ardent zeal that faith oppose.
Harden'd and proof against convincing light,
To truth celestial falsehood they prefer,
Sway'd by a strong propensity to err;
To argument an anti-genius show,
And a perverse antipathy to know.
St. Mat. iii. 11.—St. John. xiv, 16, 17, 26. xv. 26. xvi. 7. &c.—Act. i. 8, 9, 10,—Acts ii. 2, 3, 4, and 14.
Acts v. 12, 15. 16. &c.—29. &c. Act. viii. 6, 7. &c. Act. vi. 8. ix. 33, 34, 36. &c. Act. iv. 6, 7. &c. Act. vii.—xiv. 8. &c. xvi. 16, &c.—xx. 9. &c.
Book III.
THE ARGUMENT OF THE THIRD BOOK.
After
Adam's fall, Mankind
grew more and more degenerate, 'till, near the time
of our Saviour's coming, the World was overspread with
detestable Immorality and profound Ignorance, not only the
common people, but Philosophers and the Schools
of Learning were plung'd in the Dregs of Vice
and Impiety. The Colleges of Greece became infamous
for their flagitious Practices and idolatrous
Won by the great seducer to rebel,
Behold, instead of intellectual light,
Expected knowledge, and unbounded sight,
See ignorance mankind does overspread,
Groveling in darkness, and in error led.
For now, since guilt the mounds had level laid,
And to the courts of death wide passage made,
And clouds that heav'n's descending rays repell,
O'erwhelm the world, and on the nations dwell:
Tho' not extinguish'd wholly, reason's light
Did here and there on the dark face of night,
In which involv'd all Adam's off-spring lay,
Some broken beams, some glimm'ring threads display,
The tarnish'd leavings of the ruin'd day.
Whose individuals all born dark of mind
In labyrinth's perplex'd, did guideless stray,
And in Egyptian fogs mistake their way.
The world enjoy'd but sick and waining light,
Too feeble to dispell incumbent night.
Knowledge divine and laws, that govern life,
Were lost in error, and the fruitless strife
Had science drown'd, and darken'd moral rules.
They long in searching truth had been engag'd,
And philosophick wars with ardour wag'd,
Thro' many ages; 'till at length, behold,
This secret by their leaders we are told,
That all enquiries after truth are vain,
That nothing can be certain, nothing plain.
Thus ignorance avow'd advanc'd her head,
And o'er the sceptick world her empire spread.
Pyrrhonians, and the new academy,
To this surprizing doctrine did agree,
To whom those schools of learning most adher'd,
Who own'd Religion, and a God rever'd.
These schools the great philosopher of Rome,
Genius divine and vast, did overcome,
Who held their wild positions, and disclaim'd
The generous truths, for which his pen was fam'd.
Who did a God, the cause of things reject,
Own'd, Epicurus, thy fantastick dreams,
And rear'd this beauteous world by impious schemes.
See, vice grew bold, and triumph'd unrestrain'd.
Which still its conquests o'er mankind renew'd,
Encroach'd on virtue, and her pow'r subdued.
Now vicious instincts reason's claim disown,
Renounce obedience, and usurp the throne;
While adverse passions in fierce war engage,
And with success alternate spend their rage,
Confusion, misrule, uproar unrestrain'd,
Lawless dominion o'er the soul maintain'd.
And still the most degenerate was the last,
'Till the worst crimes gain'd uncontested sway,
And plung'd in vice, licentious kingdoms lay.
In impious worship and vile manners drown'd,
Recall'd his angels, who at his command
Did guard the realms, and hostile fiends withstand.
Thus were the guilty nations open laid,
While demons reinforc'd the world invade.
Men's bodies now the raging fiends possess'd,
And with unnumber'd tortures sore oppress'd,
Who by the inmate's fury uncontroll'd
Look'd wild, and trembled, while their bowels roll'd
In strong convulsive labour, and confess'd
By agitated limbs th' infernal guest.
Now 'midst the fire, now 'midst the water cast,
While some to dwell 'midst lonesome tombs were led,
And forc'd to live, sad fate! among the dead,
Or wander thro' abrupt unpractis'd roads,
And fly to dark and comfortless abodes.
That all demoniacks were not men opprest
By lunacy and spleen, as some suggest,
Is clear, since fiends did multitudes infest.
See, in the sacred pages 'tis enroll'd
One humane body did a legion hold,
Who, when expell'd by Jesus, earnest pray'd,
They might a neighb'ring herd of swine invade.
Besides the body, they the mind possess'd,
Involv'd in darkness, and with guilt oppress'd:
Worship divine, and at their altars pray.
Swiftly, mean time, contagious crimes encreas'd,
Virtue declin'd, and pure religion ceas'd.
Flagitious manners more and more prevail'd,
And due regard to right and justice fail'd,
'Till ignorance and vice united reign'd,
And idol-worship pow'r unbounded gain'd.
And execute the scheme of love divine,
Form'd and decreed, e'er swift-wing'd time began,
To break the pow'r of sin, and rescue man
From Satan's cruel bondage, and restore
The peace and freedom he enjoy'd before.
See, in the heights of heav'n the circling sun,
By whose revolving orbs the seasons run,
That he at length display'd th' auspicious day
From eastern chambers, when the Saviour bless'd,
By whom mankind enslav'd should be releas'd,
Came down from heav'n, and gracious did appear,
Confess'd in flesh, and tabernacled here;
As well our sinful Nature to refine
By heav'nly light, and energy divine,
As graciously to expiate our guilt
By his own blood determin'd to be spilt.
Nor could his presence here be more desir'd,
Nor his celestial blessings more requir'd,
Than now they were; for now all virtue fail'd,
And vice and error o'er the world prevail'd.
And o'er the mind cast such a gloomy night,
Had groping in thick darkness lost their way,
Sages and wits with great endowments bless'd,
As well as vulgar minds were now possess'd
With gross conceptions of the pow'r supreme,
And of religion form'd the following scheme.
They fill'd their domes, and stor'd th' unhallow'd skies.
Beneath their first, they did in order place
Of heav'n-born Gods a long imagin'd race;
As marshals of the skies, presumption strange!
They methodiz'd, and did in classes range
Those deities, who all as rightful guests,
They said, were summon'd to their solemn feasts;
Which fed their Joy and pleasantry divine,
And made their fresh immortal faces shine.
This loose assembly, of celestial birth,
Rally each other with ungodlike mirth,
And while around full bowls of Nectar go,
Reciprocal disgrace and scandal throw;
'Till they advancing nearer to debauch,
From mirth became licentious in reproach.
Now, while the bowzy guests thus disagree,
See mingled marks of strife and luxury;
Tables o'erturn'd by Gods in sharp dispute,
And mantling nectar spilt the skies pollute,
While strown ambrosial heaps the floor oppress,
Celestial surfeit and divine excess.
And thus the Pagans sentiments embraced,
Which to the worst of men the gods debas'd.
They did their genii and their demons place,
Aerial kinds of ministerial gods,
Who had below the moon their blue abodes.
The upper class, that could not trouble bear,
Bestow'd on these the empire of the air,
And bad them men create, and rule with care;
That by their constant labours they might ease
Of this mean task supreme divinities.
They made the earth a nursery of heav'n,
Which part by fertile superstition, part
Improv'd by subtle sacerdotal art,
Brought harvests forth of these low deities,
That stock'd the land with priests, with gods the skies.
Rose, when deceas'd, to dignity divine.
See, worthies, who renown'd in arms repell'd
Th' invading foe, or fatal monsters quell'd,
Or from contagious deaths their country freed,
First dress'd the vine, or sow'd for bread the seed,
Were by the people for their virtue prais'd,
And to the class of gods inferior rais'd.
Each had his sacred altar, temple, shrine,
And priests, their proper equipage divine.
Greece and Hesperia, each a fruitful place,
That teem'd with deities of meaner race,
Crowded the heav'ns with numberless supplies,
Of demon-gods, and half-divinities;
And by the grossest superstitions led,
Ador'd their species, and of heroes dead
Made living gods, in their own country bred.
So sages taught, were in commission joyn'd
To govern things on earth, and leave in rest
And indolence the pow'rs of heav'n possest.
These advocates divine did still attend
The awful court on high, and recommend
Their vot'ries to th' immortal class above,
And to procure their grace and favour strove.
They did, to make them pleasing, careful bear
From earth to heav'n religious praise and pray'r,
And for kind answers thither had recourse,
Gain'd by the pow'rful intercession's force.
These gods by office had the sole command
Of the wide ocean, and the spreading land,
Did o'er great towns and potentates preside,
And ministers divine did human nature guide.
Some did on armies, camps and battles wait.
Some wide extended monarchies o'erturn'd,
And in the dust imperial purple spurn'd,
Or rais'd th' obscure to thrones and seats sublime,
And made th' oppress'd to heights of glory climb.
On messages important others fly,
Envoys and internuncioes of the sky,
And traverse swift the trackless steepy roads,
To execute the orders of the gods.
These pow'rs inferior, so the nations thought,
From heav'n the various gifts and blessings brought,
Which the high gods did bountiful bestow,
To ease the wants of needy men below.
This was the doctrine, that the world ensnar'd,
And rites divine and sacrifice prepar'd
For demon-gods, nor wonder should it be,
That nations fell to gross idolatry,
Taught by their priests, procur'd them so much good.
Nor less to be ador'd, than many crown'd
With pious honours and respect divine,
As if those gods were settled, with design
To cast contempt on sacred things, and make
Mankind all altars and all rites forsake,
Who scandaliz'd at such vile Deities,
Might rather scorn all gods, than worship these.
Ador'd the serpent and the crocodile,
The vast voracious tyrant of the Nile.
Onions and leeks did to like honours rise,
Transplanted from the garden to the skies.
And beauteous stars with monsters interlac'd.
Stupidity amazing! impious scheme,
Of heav'n unworthy, and of pow'rs supreme!
Systems so wild and despicable shock
Ev'n vulgar sense, and all right reason mock.
As well as these the off-spring of the earth,
Were deep with ignominious habits stain'd,
O'er whom ungodly sordid passions reign'd;
Or were, as thought, with wicked worship pleas'd,
And with devotion infamous appeas'd.
See, they ador'd the loose adult'rer Jove,
Who did thro' heav'n and earth abandon'd rove,
And did in incest and in rapes, as well
As in high rank, all other gods excell.
Venus and Cupid, wanton Deities,
Who here below, and 'midst celestial pow'rs,
Panders divine, procur'd ill-fam'd amours.
The stupid world, of thought and shame bereft,
False Mercury ador'd, the god of theft,
Patron of fraud, himself a shameless thief,
A highway-god, and of the robbers chief.
See Bacchus, thought the planter of the vine,
With riot honour'd and excess of wine,
And wicked ways of worship, while the crowd,
At virtue's cost, religion's pow'r avow'd.
No wonder in his steps his vot'ries trod,
Drunken adorers of a drunkard god.
Nor were their known Floralia, solemn feasts,
Observ'd by modes more pure, or chaster guests,
Nor with less odious ceremonies, where
To be immoral was their pious care.
To such a low condition, as to taste
Notions so wild, and settle in their creed
Gods, who in folly foolish men exceed;
For loose flagitious deeds to be abhorr'd,
And not by prostrate crowds to be ador'd.
And to absurd religious schemes adher'd,
And firm believ'd, they should their gods incense,
If impious they preserv'd their innocence.
Now, while their hope of pleasing heav'n was built
On wicked actions and enormous guilt,
And while religion was their virtue's bane,
And to be sober was to be prophane;
Is it surprizing, that mankind should lie
Plung'd in the dregs of immorality?
With all divine perfections were endow'd,
Deserted virtue, and for vice declar'd,
By their example votaries ensnar'd
To act the worst of crimes were soon prepar'd.
They did to all the heights of guilt aspire,
Hoping the greatest glory to acquire,
In being like the gods, whom they ador'd
As the best beings, and their aid implor'd.
With envious, proud, abandon'd deities,
Against it self religion turn'd her arms,
And lent to odious vice the heav'nly charms:
It did the cause of sin and death assert,
And the foundations of her own subvert.
Now vice, devotion fighting on its side,
Did lawless spread its black contagious tide
Its rushing torrent, did in triumph reign.
Alone with guilt enormous overspread,
But vice, embolden'd by success, assail'd
Applauded schools, and o'er the wise prevail'd.
Besides the poets, who for godless ways
Were as ill fam'd, as for lascivious lays,
Philosophers and moralists renown'd
Were in the dregs of life flagitious found,
Witness the crowd by Aristippus led,
Or in the herd of Epicurus bred.
Let us the customs of high Rome review,
Which great in arms immense dominion gain'd,
Subdued the lands, and o'er the kingdoms reign'd.
Blameless of manners, and of mind sincere,
Which with unnumber'd conquests crown'd their swords,
And of the nations made them sovereign lords;
'Till near the time, when the bless'd Saviour came,
Their merit sunk, and with it sunk their fame.
Instead of just heroick love of praise,
Of ardent zeal their country's name to raise,
Justice and publick spirit, and instead
Of worthy scorn of riches, did succeed
Ambition, pride, and raging avarice,
Whence envy, hate, and rapine had their rise.
They did no more to sacred truth adhere,
Faithless, and only in their looks sincere.
Vices, whose hostile natures disagree,
Here triumph'd, lust of gold and luxury.
While they in riot dissipate their own;
Who now had all their generous manners left,
Of honour, faith, and probity bereft.
To stretch thy empire, and advance thy fame,
For virtue, wisdom, dignity rever'd,
August and awful to the world appear'd:
But now soft pleasure's captives they are found,
By vice exhausted, and in riot drown'd,
Lavish and loose, corrupt and indolent,
Supine and thoughtless, or if active, bent
On mischief, and on vile designs intent.
Their greedy hands with sordid bribes were stain'd,
While gold their voices mercenary gain'd.
For gold they sav'd oppressors, and for gold
Acquitted traytors, and their country sold.
By arms subjected to their high command;
They strip'd by fraud and cruel violence
The pillag'd provinces of wealth immense,
Then arm'd with gold, accusers they withstood,
And by their rapine made their rapine good.
All who to plunder, when in pow'r, intend,
The present plund'rers with great zeal defend:
Offenders grace by turns receive and shew,
And old oppressors spar'd, protect the new.
This must the pillars of all empires shock,
While criminals unpunish'd Justice mock.
And civil rage the strength of Rome assail'd,
While war Patricians with Patricians wag'd,
And fierce Plebeians senators engag'd.
The nation by the trembling world ador'd
In her own bowels sheath'd her conqu'ring sword,
With vital purple from the wounded veins
Of Roman youth, while confluent streams of blood
Dyed Tyber's banks, and swell'd his troubled flood.
What devastation did thy proud design,
Ambitious Sylla, cause? what, Marius, thine?
On Rome what vengeance did fierce Cæsar pour?
How far, how wide, did Pompey's sword devour?
What desolation did Octavius make?
How did thy arms the world, Antonius, shake?
While you contended, who should empire gain,
Conquer high Rome, and o'er the nations reign,
How was thy glory now, O Rome, defac'd,
Advanc'd by virtue, and by vice debas'd?
Thy sick'ning beauty now had lost its charms,
By foreign rais'd, and sunk by civil arms.
And the wild schemes of impious schools embrac'd
Nor rul'd the conscious world by moral laws:
That superstitious fears devotion bred,
And thoughts divine sprang from a troubled head;
That men, dissolv'd by death, no longer were,
But scatter'd Atomes roam'd in common air,
Whose ruin'd frame no pow'r could e'er repair.
These life to come mock'd as an idle dream,
And retribution as a groundless scheme,
The work of fancy, labour'd to create
Vain terrors in a dark imagin'd state;
And hence, the genuine sacred fountain dried,
Which their religion's streams alone supplied,
All piety, all social manners, all
Heroick virtue did neglected fall.
Sense, and politeness, all the realm surpast,
And victor of the world did vice obey,
What must we think of Scythia, and the lands
Where fam'd Oraxis rolls his spreading sands,
Which Indus washes, where Hydaspes flows,
And where the moon's high mountains with their Snows
Feed sev'n-mouth'd Nile, and where thy shoulders rise,
Atlas, and seem to bear th' incumbent skies?
These barb'rous nations, well we may presume,
In vice and impious customs equal'd Rome.
Deny'd all certain knowledge to the mind,
And those, who Epicurus scheme embrac'd,
All the foundations of religion raz'd,
The sons of Sadok, and the Pharisee,
Two rival sects, had now as much debas'd
Science divine, and laid all morals waste.
To free the mind from inward conscious strife,
And guilty fears, those sunk the coming life;
And thus destroy'd the pillars, that sustain
Religion's cause, and growing vice restrain.
The Pharisees, a hypocritick race,
Did revelation's principles embrace,
But from their glosses and traditions vain,
Which clouded, what they promis'd to explain,
They did such wild absurd conclusions draw,
As darken'd scripture, and destroy'd the law.
The orphan and poor widow they devour'd,
Express'd all marks of cruelty, and pour'd
Prolong'd petitions forth, with vile design,
To throw o'er heinous guilt a veil divine.
And black imposture to perfection grown,
Ambition, envy, hatred, and disdain,
Did o'er the cruel sect unrival'd reign.
They paid obedience to minute commands,
Oft cleans'd their pots, and wash'd as oft their hands:
Of mint and cumin tyths did careful take,
But laws important ineffectual make.
And if these chiefs renown'd, to whom the crowd
With reverential awe submissive bow'd,
And by their precepts all their manners fram'd,
For such egregious crimes were justly blam'd,
Then must the vulgar, ready we believe,
Into the practice of their leaders give.
Nor did flagitious manners ever spread
Their poison more complete from foot to head,
Than thro' Judæah's prostituted land,
Nor e'er acquir'd more absolute command.
Did no distinction in their morals show.
The foul infectious leprosy of vice,
Which from detested doctrines took its rise,
By great examples and loose customs fed,
Its odious plague did thro' the kingdom spread,
And o'er their minds, yet more dominion gain'd,
Than that contagion, which their bodies stain'd.
For bribes, which no promoters did resist,
Was now on worthless candidates confer'd;
These bought the oil, that flow'd down Aaron's beard:
Hence came his garment glorious to behold,
And ornaments magnificent by gold.
Murder and rapine had such footing gain'd,
That criminals grew daring, and sustain'd
But insolent the magistrate defy'd;
Whence over-aw'd the Sanhedrim forsook
Their courts, and refuge in a new one took.
In a strong light their fam'd historian shews,
In that account, which by his pen appears
Of their vile deeds in a few following years.
When mighty Rome with spreading empire crown'd
Her conqu'ring eagles mov'd, and compass'd round
With arms and bulwarks Salem's gather'd pow'rs,
And with her batt'ring engines shook her tow'rs,
At once within with barb'rous party-rage
They civil war, without they foreign wage;
And when the Roman from th' assault withdrew,
They to intestine combat desp'rate flew.
Against herself her fatal weapons turn'd;
She did by demons agitated rave,
And kill'd her youth, to whom she being gave;
Brothers in arms did brothers fierce pursue,
Fathers the sons, and sons the fathers slew.
So furious they each other did invade,
And in their streets such vast destruction made,
That seas of blood down from the city ran,
Whence tender tears, as said before, began
To issue from the Roman leader's eyes,
Whom such a woful prospect did surprize;
And scarcely could his generous soul enjoy
His conquest, while he saw his foes destroy
Each other with inexorable rage,
Not seen, nor told in any land or age.
By impious notions, and with vice o'erspread.
One high, eternal, unseen God alone,
But they this great important truth conceal'd,
And to the vulgar scarce its light reveal'd.
Fam'd Socrates in Athens dar'd deny
Their Superstitious, feign'd plurality
Of gods, and did for this confession die:
While other chiefs for wisdom most rever'd,
Whate'er they thought, to idol-gods adher'd;
To these in prostrate adoration pray'd,
And publick worship at their altars paid;
And no religious rites or modes refus'd
In sacred temples by the people us'd.
And this safe doctrine too they taught, that all
Before those gods adoring low should fall,
Whom in their country they establish'd find,
And practice all religions there enjoyn'd.
All to observe the worship of their land,
The laws, that fix'd religion, to obey
And to their city's Gods devotion pay.
And priests religion, and not virtue taught.
These out of pompous rituals, slaughter'd beasts,
Piacular lustrations, sacred feasts,
Dances and shews and sports religion fram'd,
Mindless of morals, and of life unblam'd.
Those did, with rules of virtue, Men assist,
And left religious doctrines to the Priest:
Yet they could draw by reason's utmost stretch,
Of morals but a dull, imperfect scetch;
For in their schools crimes most detested reign'd,
And warranted by them dominion gain'd,
Nor did the western censure Sodom's shame.
Had a just set of virtue's rules compil'd,
By what authority could they impose
Their precepts on the world? say whence arose
The binding force, that should their rules attend,
On which man's duty and reward depend?
If by his own authority the Sage
Men to obey his precepts would engage,
Then each renown'd philosopher can bind
With legislative pow'r all human kind.
Whate'er they say men should believe and do,
The world must practise, and receive as true;
And if repugnant laws from diff'rent schools
Come forth, they must obey those adverse rules.
Do not their binding energy receive
From empire and authority their own,
And yet they have no other fountain shown,
How idle is their heap of rules, that lay
No obligation on us to obey?
Prov'd that their precepts equal were and right,
And thence infer'd that God, th' eternal cause
Of reason, must have made all reason's laws,
We should have seen authority divine
Thro' all th' authentick rules of Nature shine,
And clearly known how God's unwritten law
Oblig'd mankind, and did the Conscience awe.
Collect the rules in all great authors found,
And thence repair to distant India's shores;
The treasures thence of moral learning fetch,
What Brachmans, what Gymnosophists can teach;
Curious to each renown'd instructer run,
Consult Confucius, China's learned son;
Repair to Persia, there the Magians know,
And catch the streams, that from those fountains flow;
Adorn the mind with Grecia's brightest flow'rs,
Apply to all her fam'd scholastick pow'rs;
Converse with Plato, search the Stagyrite,
And borrow from Pythagoras his Light;
Advance to Rome, frequent the Tusculum,
And back enrich'd with Tully's dictates come:
From these materials gather'd up prepare
A moral system with judicious care.
How void of beauty, life, and energy,
Compar'd with Christ's, who life immortal brought
To light, and pure celestial precepts taught?
E'er he appeared, by various error led
Men had few laws, that plainly could be read:
'Tis true that nature's rules had set them right,
Had they possess'd a clear, sufficient light
To find them out; but then it is as true,
Their reason did in vain that task persue;
In vain with studious toil their master strove
The thick o'erspreading darkness to remove,
And introduce an intellectual day,
For still the world involv'd in error lay.
Did a commission from above pretend,
He might th' observance of his rules enjoin;
Nor have their authors ever yet compil'd
A Code complete, where Nature's laws are fil'd,
Which form'd with skill consummate did contain
A regular, and close coherent chain
Of moral rules, that by deductions clear
From uncontested principles appear.
'Tis evident the world yet never saw
Such a digested, full, decisive law,
A statute book of Nature, that could bind
The conscience, and unerring lead the mind.
Nor was there one acknowledg'd judge, to whom
Contending sects might for decision come.
Who e'er appeal'd, as to a perfect rule,
To any system, form'd by any school?
Did wrangling Athens to the volumes writ
By Plato's pen, to Tully's Rome submit?
And publish'd to direct all human kind,
Could it have been convincing, clear and plain
To the mechanick and the rural swain?
Can they support a long discursive race,
Up to their fountain head deductions trace,
And see conclusions down in order brought
By reason's pow'r from principles remote?
Can they the force of demonstration know,
Discern how sequel does from sequel flow,
And how one truth does from another grow?
But these with faithful senses are endow'd,
And are to taste, and feel, and see allow'd,
And thence the mission of a prophet learn:
When that is done, they justly acquiesce
In all things, which that prophet shall express.
This is a ready, short, and certain way
That to their minds does heavenly truth convey,
Who have not clear and penetrating sense
And judgment for abstruser evidence.
The certainty the vulgar thus acquire,
Surpasses that, to which the schools aspire:
For let the most acute scholastick Sage
In studious toil his working thoughts engage
To search our precepts moral and divine
By Nature's beams, which dim and waning shine,
When he his num'rous consequences strings,
And by progressive reas'ning to the springs
And principles self-clear does by a train
Of propagated maxims passage gain,
Of nice deductions, something may be wrong.
They who in raising systems spend their age,
In hard abstracted notions deep engage,
And roam thro speculation's fields immense,
Will often feel a painful diffidence
Lest in the heights sublime, and arduous way,
Their feet have sometimes slipt, and gone astray:
Lest some false steps they did in arguing make,
By inadvertence, prejudice, mistake,
Or want of judgment and sufficient light
To guide them thro' dark Mazes always right.
One, who the Christian revelation knows,
He from the books inspir'd must borrow force
To aid his reason, and direct his course,
Nor mind the help the sacred pages lend.
That here we reason strictly right, is plain,
Since all the fam'd philosophers in vain
This hard unequal labour have essay'd,
They have no scheme of moral precepts made,
But what is crude, imperfect, dry and lame,
And wants foundations to support its frame.
With Plato's, all renown'd for moral rules,
Did a dark fate unchangeable defend,
Which their high Gods controll'd, and did depend
On a coherent, undissolving chain
Of causes, whence the necessary train
Of all events by force resistless flows;
This fate, as they assert, its being owes
And thoughtless all inferior bodies move.
But are not then the rules their books contain
To guide our life, impertinent and vain,
When orbs that roll above our deeds constrain?
This plainly is to mock all human kind,
Whom thus they fast in fatal fetters bind,
Then bid them active rise, and cheerful run
In virtues paths, and ways immoral shun.
And thus these schools their own foundation shake,
While war against themselves their leaders make;
They inconsistent principles employ,
And by their doctrines moral life destroy,
Which they pretend to guide, yet undermine
By their repugnant rules their own design.
For while these incoherent masters held,
That men by powerful causes were compell'd,
This overruling force and secret sway,
Tell, at what end philosophers could aim,
That with such toil did moral systems frame,
Unless these two Ideas can agree
That is, that human actions may be free,
Yet spring from uncontroll'd necessity?
Improve the erring world by clearer light,
Who as he own'd no arbitrary cause
Of things, so he believed no Gods gave laws
To guide the life, whom he excus'd from care
Of human kind and every low affair;
And did to make the world blind fate advance,
A task that Epicurus gave to Chance.
Hence tho' the Sage a book of morals fram'd,
And at a work of great perfection aim'd,
To give his lifeless dictates binding force;
But laws without a legislator, rules
Without a ruler, like the other schools,
He there lays down, we must, he says, comply
With his decrees, but never tells us why.
So ignorant, and in such error drown'd,
That they could no important succours lend,
Nor help the realms their practice to amend,
What could from Epicurus Garden spring?
What could thy doctrines, Aristippus, bring,
Or Pyrrho's maxims to improve mankind?
Could men by their loose precepts be refin'd?
Than that the world, which thus in darkness lay
Who might its clouds and gloomy night remove;
Who vested with authority divine,
Might on the lands make light celestial shine,
The scheme of man's redemption might unfold
Reveal new precepts, and inforce the old.
A rule of practice, and of faith a creed,
So now approach'd the destin'd happy Year,
When blest Messiah promis'd should appear,
By Heav'n commission'd to reform mankind,
Correct their manners, and improve their mind.
Here Jacob's sons with grace peculiar crown'd,
And all the Gentile monarchies around
Led by traditions sprung from prophecies,
Did now expect some mighty prince should rise
And great in arms his empire far extend:
The fam'd historian of the Jews apply'd,
To sooth Vespasian's vanity and pride,
To that great Man this prophecy divine,
And to his reign determin'd Heav'ns design;
For which in Rome that monarch gave command
The flatterer's statue should erected stand;
Perfidious Hebrew, that could thus presume
His country's glory to confer on Rome!
To Salem's gates from distant nations came,
Where they dispers'd their colonies, to wait
Messiah's coming in imperial state.
The confluent tribes did here rejoycing meet,
And with their deluge fill'd each crowded street,
They did confirm'd in Expectation stand
To see in favour'd Palestina's skies
The promis'd light, and Israel's glory rise,
The mighty Prince, the blest Redeemer, Lord,
By whom they thought their pow'r would be restor'd.
That he triumphant would fall'n Jacob save,
And from the Yoke of Rome release her slave.
Would raise desponding Salem's drooping head,
On vanquish'd nations make her warrior's tread,
And far and wide her potent empire spread.
And tho' this promis'd Lord did still disown
Imperial greatness and an earthly throne,
Whence grossly they mistook, who had in view
A mighty prince that would the realms subdue,
And make proud Rome, and all the heathen lands
Submissive own Judea's high Commands,
When blest Messiah should to men appear.
Of two Messiahs destin'd to be sent,
One, who should shame and mighty sorrow know,
One, who should great in arms and empire grow,
To that, say they, the sacred texts relate,
Which tell Messiah's low afflicted state:
Of this they all the prophecies explain,
Which mention blest Messiah's glorious reign,
Whose arms should o'er the world dominion gain.
But such absurd and empty fables, bred
In a romantick vain Rabbinick head,
Fertile of frauds and legends, to sustain
Perverse opinions, justly we disdain.
That on no proof no evidence rely,
Declare to all endow'd with vulgar sense,
Their cause is desperate and without defence.
[Book IV.]
THE ARGUMENT OF THE Fourth Book.
The Introduction, in which abundance of Objects
are enumerated, about whose existence
the mind has no doubt or hesitation, tho' the
causes why, and the manner how they exist,
surpass our comprehension. The province of
reason in many instances extends no farther
than to examine the evidence alleg'd to prove a
position true: If that be clear and conclusive our
Assent is justly demanded, tho' we cannot conceive
and explain, why, and how the thing is
so. Hence it is no argument against the
strict Divinity of the Son of God, that we
cannot penetrate the intrinsick nature of the
Their schools have arts and sciences ingross'd,
That they can Nature's wonders open lay
Her secret works, and winding walks display,
And to her dark recesses let in day;
Scholastick search, nor can the wise unlock
By philosophick skill the hidden springs
Of Nature, to reveal the modes of things.
With heads for wit refin'd and sense renown'd,
Produce the man, who can the props unfold,
That the vast orb in fluid sky uphold,
And tell the force, by which their race begun,
And why in one determin'd way they run.
Declare, by what impulsive steady force
They move, and never deviate from their course:
And let us know, by what mechanic art
The earth and heavens are kept so long apart:
What order, what distinction still preserves,
And from her way why Nature never swerves,
Of all things, she suspends her settled laws.
By which material particles cohere?
Or can the hidden principle explain,
From whence of things the various classes gain
Specifick essence, and a different name;
Whence Beings individual nature claim,
And tho' still wasting, still remain the same.
How in its bed, and the dark womb of night
The growing gem is fill'd with heavenly light;
How sapphire stones etherial blue display,
What to the diamond gives its splendid ray,
And makes it rich with subterranean day.
Who can the forming of the meteors show?
What tools give shape to hail; what molds to snow?
That in their floating furnaces prepare
The curious fire-works temper'd in the air,
Are now to shoot the falling star employ'd
Now kindle harmless flames, that dance along the Void?
The way of winds, and manner of the rain?
How hoary frost is wrought, and by what skill
Th' alembicks of the air moist dews distill.
Ye learned schools, shew us the Sage profound
That can mysterious thunder's birth expound,
The voice of God, that shakes the wilderness,
And fills mankind with terror and distress;
Can tell the match, that fires the sulphur train
Which in dark prisons rolling clouds contain,
And with their crooked light reveal the sky.
The principle of life, and shew the way,
How from the active goal it red'ning springs,
And runs thro' purple tubes its destin'd rings;
And tell us by what pow'rs th' unconscious soul
Of brutes the busy spirits can controll;
By what expression she can signify
Her will, and bid the swift wing'd envoys fly,
This way and that, and send their troops abroad
In vital duties thro' their nervous road,
To both unknown, and yet they constant find
The darksome passage by an impulse blind?
Explain, that beauty exquisite impart
By various windings vary'd, charms the sight;
That has the manner of conception found?
How in the mass the sleeping vital spark
Awaken'd glows, and kindles in the dark?
What is the plastick energy, that frees
And amplifies the nerves, and by degrees
Unfolds the tender complicated threads,
Augments their size, and life increasing spreads,
That swells the art'ry, excavates the vein,
And forms the bones, the structure to sustain?
If human deathless souls ingenite are,
Or else infus'd; if this, say when, and how
Did first those pow'rs the lifeless mass endow?
All men would being from creation trace,
And miracles must still supply the race;
And how can being men from men receive,
Who neither matter, form, nor union give?
That souls from God's pure hands must come forth pure,
Can bodies, which no moral blemish know,
To souls yet undefil'd infectious grow?
If both are spotless, let us know the way
How sin from parents you to sons convey?
How man is first of innocence bereav'd,
Born in pollution, and in sin conceiv'd?
But if on procreation minds rely,
And, as brute souls, increase and multiply,
And from successive generation flow.
But how will this to living things agree,
Unorganiz'd, and from all matter free,
Which of their substance cannot give a part,
Nor have, to make from nothing, pow'r and art:
Or if they had such pow'r, the sequel see,
This would creation, not production be?
But if it be asserted, that the soul
Does not infus'd and made inform the whole,
Then human souls, tho' from all matter freed,
Must souls engender and prolifick breed
Others, or else from matter they proceed.
Is with a body vitally combin'd?
How is perception by their impulse wrought?
What is idea, phantasme, what is thought?
What curious artist can dissect the brain,
And shew in memory's stores the sleeping train
Of hoarded images? and who can tell
How each awaken'd from its little cell
Starts forth, and how the soul's command it hears
And soon on fancy's theatre appears?
How immaterial souls themselves extend
To quicken molds of earth, and by what art
They animate and move each distant part!
Except the atheist, at th' Almighty's call
And rear'd from nothing shew'd its beauteous face.
But now th' acute scholastick Sages name,
Who can th' idea of creation frame;
That can conceive, how hills, and seas and skies
From vacant night did into being rise.
How God can future things contingent see,
How unextended fill Immensity,
How he exists thro' all th' unbounded space,
All in the whole, and all in ev'ry place.
Nor does duration, which no limits bound,
The most exalted reason less confound,
What mind of this can a just image shew,
Or comprehend at one extensive view
Without succession everlasting age;
And time from this idea disengage?
Thro' vast eternity's unflowing lake,
And thro' this standing gulph unmingled glide,
Till there they disembogue their ebbing tide,
When years and ages having run their race
Of th' unprogressive now disclose the face:
Yet we of things th' existence may defend,
Tho' their dark modes all reason's reach transcend.
The evidence, that does assent demand;
But they are only bound to comprehend
Prevailing proof, while they can ne'er extend
Their lights so far, as fully to conceive
The object, which they cannot but believe.
Convinc'd by sense or reason we may own
Beings, whose modes or causes are unknown:
And proofs by light resistless may constrain
The mind to yield, and full assent allow;
Things are existent, tho' we know not how.
We therefore may believe, that pow'rs divine
And boundless, in the blest Redeemer shine,
And that th' almighty Father and the Son,
Distinct in person, are in substance one,
Tho' the sublimest wit would strive in vain
The mode of their blest union to explain,
Since the great mind does undiscovered dwell
In gulphs of glory unapproachable,
And since his being no set bounds restrain,
No understanding finite can explain
His nature, which had still remain'd conceal'd,
Had not himself the mystick truth reveal'd.
For his intrinsick essence can be shown
Only by God, to whom 'tis only known.
By inspiration dictated record,
Compell'd by reason, firmly we believe,
Tho' we th' unequal object can't conceive.
But tho' we can't his essence understand,
Yet the severest reason will demand
Assent, to what Heav'ns oracles aver;
For following truth itself we cannot err.
And the Redeemer Lord, as God dethrone,
At Scripture's high unerring bar be try'd,
Let revelation's light the cause decide,
Let them their usual faithless arts employ,
Prevaricate and shuffle, and destroy
Clear obvious sense, now cloud or maim the phrase
Now change the text, and shift a thousand ways
Nor will allusive frauds their cause sustain.
For since the books inspir'd in every part
Our Lord's supreme divinity assert,
Constrain'd by reason we that point embrace,
And, tho' we can't the cause and manner trace,
See, Evidence demonstrative will shew
That this important article is true.
But his intrinsick Essence to descry
We on its feeble light in vain rely.
Who can to heights interminable strive?
To depths, that know no limits, who can dive?
Who can th' Eternal Being comprehend?
To boundless presence who his thoughts extend?
What he from Heav'n declares must be believ'd,
And as unerring oracles receiv'd;
For what essential truth affirms, is true,
Now by the sects, that bear the Saviour's name,
And his bright train of promis'd blessings claim,
The Scripture's sacred volumes are admir'd,
And own'd the works of holy men inspir'd,
To teach celestial knowledge, and display
Th' Almighty's will, and spread forth Christian day.
As they fall'n Nature's waning light restore,
So doctrines they declare unknown before,
Which to the Saviour's Deity relate,
And his blest kingdom's mediatorial state.
Then let the mind from prepossession free
Search these authentick registers, and see
What the acknowledged oracles record
Of the blest Son, the great Redeemer Lord.
He's Lord of hosts, and the great God confest.
Sublime expression, and majestick names!
Which the most High to him peculiar claims!
Titles, that he has still unrivall'd born,
And which no creature ever did adorn:
The awfull name Jehovah all must own
God does appropriate to himself alone;
But see the books inspir'd that cannot err,
This name to God confin'd on Christ confer.
Hence when our Savior Christ is call'd the Lord,
Jehovah in the Hebrew is the word,
Which does so oft occurr in sacred writ,
That all should this convincing proof admit,
Who see the name to Christ our Lord is giv'n,
Peculiar to the God of Earth and Heav'n.
They'll on Jehovah call, which is the word
Original, which here is render'd Lord.
This text th' Apostle does to Christ apply,
And on this truth we firmly may rely,
That he inspir'd knew well, that Christ might claim
Justly that incommunicable name
Of God, and therefore with him is the same.
This by the context is so clear, that he
That runs may read, and evidently see,
That Christ's the subject of the whole discourse
In this known place; tis then presumptuous force
And perfect outrage, to distort and strain,
To any other meaning texts so plain.
Besides remark, that when 'tis said, that they
Shall call upon his name, that is, shall pray
Which in the Scripture sense is to adore,
This invocation of religious sort
Must plainly Christ's divinity import.
Words which have great Jehovah still confest.
The Arian chiefs are greatly hete perplext,
How to evade this clear decisive text.
But resolute to make it speak their sense,
With candor, honor, justice they dispence,
And give without a cause another word
And order foreign to divine record;
Then hardy cry, it should be thus exprest,
Is over all; be God for ever blest.
And this is all they modestly desire,
That they as Anti-arian texts require,
To make them, what they never meant declare.
Of criticism how great is this abuse?
Give us of words this arbitrary use,
We'll any thing from any thing produce,
And by an over-ruling bold effort
From any text, what sense we please, extort.
How then are Arian Masters here distrest,
That to defend their cause are so much prest,
That they must change the words to God be blest
Must not the scheme of Arian Disputants
Be desp'rate judg'd, that such a refuge wants.
To alter thus the text to serve a cause,
Will indignation move, and not applause.
From various pregnant texts, that plainly show
Than which no truth can more conspicuous shine.
These first conclusions, which we clearly draw
From sacred Scripture by right reason's law,
No less than Scripture are canonical,
Nor do they short of demonstration fall.
The first deductions, that in arguing grow
From geometrick principles, we know,
Are scientifick, while they leave behind
No doubt, no fluctuation in the mind:
Nor can we greater certainty derive
From any proof, then such deductions give.
Can't in the mind produce unerring light,
Then can the mind no certainty procure
Of any truths divine, nor can be sure
The texts thence cited, nor their sense explain;
For these great points, they will be forc'd to grant,
To give them credit, will deductions want,
Since all religious doctrines ev'n inspir'd,
Are by the force of inference acquir'd.
That there are books by dictates from above
Compil'd and pen'd, we must by reason prove;
And that the texts are there oft cited thence,
We gather from the evidence of sense,
And argue thus; Our senses cannot err,
Hence we th' existence of these texts infer.
But since that maxim is fallacious found,
If not by various limitations bound,
And since the Roman Colleges believe,
The senses are deceiv'd, and oft deceive,
We must to farther demonstration fly,
And that the sense is fallible deny,
The object proper, and the organ good.
Then of our sense's truth we lay the stress
On God's great justice, love and faithfulness,
Which will not let him in delusion leave
Mankind, and give them senses, that deceive,
While 'tis our duty, where our senses guide
To follow, and to act, as they decide.
That any texts exist, no way can find,
But by deductions to convince the mind.
They principles and clear conclusions need;
And to embrace that truth, must thus proceed:
“That all without a cause should us delude
“For the delusion's sake we must conclude
“Not possible, and therefore we agree,
“Those texts are extant, which we do not see.
And that he has reveal'd his will and law
In sacred books, which down thro ages brought
Preserve the doctrines, which the Saviour taught,
And are the same the holy penmen wrote.
If then the points we most important own
By argument and inference are known;
Should men for want of certainty complain
In consequences drawn from Scriptures plain?
To what the God of truth pronounces true
Tis impious not to think assent is due,
Tho' things sublime reveal'd surpass our reach,
Yet they are certain, so does reason teach,
And here does strictly unbelief forbid,
Clear is th' existence, tho' the mode be hid.
Then since each Christian is by duty bound
To search the sacred volumes, where are found
Celestial bliss, and joys that never end,
'Tis clear the holy pages must contain
These points, conceiv'd in easy terms and plain,
Else will the vulgar reader read in vain.
Alike th' unletter'd, and the Sage may know,
That things exist, tho not the manner how.
The Scripture's clear and obvious sense reject,
Impatient of their light, they bold invent
Novel construction, and plain words torment
With critick engines, and with party rage
Force adverse texts for Arians to engage,
By this abuse of sacred writ they spread
False learning's fog o'er truth's celestial head,
They make all Scripture intricate appear,
And cloud with glosses, what before was clear.
On Scripture, they have form'd a fair pretence
To Heav'n, who take it thus by violence.
Wits, scholars, criticks, then will only go
To that blest place; men of conception low
And rude the learned way can never know.
To be a Christian one must long be bred
In letter'd schools, and fill his thoughtful head
With various tongues and sciences, and all
The subtile arts, for which plain Scriptures call,
That they the sense of Arians may confess,
Who texts by force into their service press.
But then what crowds of vulgar men are lost
That no scholastick acquisitions boast?
They, hapless fate! tho' not to vice enslav'd,
For want of critick learning can't be sav'd.
And those in thy proud schools, Socinus, bred
Their arbitrary sense on texts in vain
Impose, presumptuous error to sustain;
In vain to great and specious nonsense fly
And on false criticks labour'd shifts rely;
Perversely proud these men expound away
Scripture convincing as meridian day;
Then against force and violence exclaim,
And say, free-thinking is their generous aim;
But while as masters they the chair ascend,
And with an air dogmatical pretend
Texts to interpret, they impose their creed,
And not to argue, but to judge proceed.
Impatient of their easy genuine sense,
The tyrants with unnat'ral violence.
Confessions, which their errors may support.
But close the fight, and thus the charge maintain.
On his almighty pow'r, a stable ground,
The Son of God's divinity we found,
And from the books inspir'd, which cannot err,
We clearly his Omnipotence infer.
The Heav'ns, say they , were by his hands display'd,
And the foundations of the earth were laid,
That all things that are made, by him were made.
From the black gulphs of unencompass'd space,
Where desolation shews his wasteful face
Where unsubstantial night and silence dwelt
And never yet creative vigor felt,
Step ready forth, and up in being stand.
He the mixt parts distinguish'd, shap'd and rang'd
To beauteous order he confusion chang'd;
From strife and uproar crude creation freed.
Blended and form'd the elemental seed,
Till finish'd nature lovely did appear
In her full bloom, and charms consummate wear.
We must our Lord's Almighty pow'r believe,
And thence his glorious deity confess,
And own him Lord and God supreme, unless
Capricious Sophists, who plain words pervert,
And a surprizing labour'd sense assert,
In points of vast importance must decide,
Instruct with fancies, and convince with pride.
To shameful shifts they are compell'd to fly,
And say, that by such texts is only meant,
That he, the Son, was but an instrument,
Which in creation God most high employ'd,
When worlds unfinish'd fill'd the spacious Void.
But this is to affirm, and not to prove;
Does it not justly indignation move;
To hear the men, who master-talents boast,
As they all wit and judgment had engross'd,
On sacred writ a foreign sense impose,
And then presume to triumph o'er their foes?
Yet can no single argument suggest,
No glimpse of reason, why they wrack and wrest
The sacred oracles, but this, that they
Which on the mind convincing light display,
Must for convenience be explain'd away;
And to the conqueror leave th' inglorious field.
Spread with false learning, metaphysick dreams,
Waste expositions, incoherent schemes,
And ruin'd sophistry, disperst about,
Scholastick spoils, and shameful Arian rout.
Is their precarious arbitrary gloss?
Say, do the Scriptures ever represent,
The Son of God as a meer instrument
In making heav'n and earth? their books peruse,
And find one text, that approbation shews
Of the forc'd meaning, which your authors use
This then is not to argue, but suppose,
Not to confute, but mock superior foes.
Sure they, who boldly such additions make
To sacred texts, or thence a portion take,
Who lessen Scripture, or who more supplie.
Who still demand propriety of words,
Exhaust their learning, all their knowledge drain,
And their creating instrument explain.
Mechanical and unintelligent
Are proper notions to an instrument,
Which tho' an agent, yet to all it's known,
Acts by a foreign impulse, not its own.
If you should one of mind and choice possess'd,
Call Vice-Creator, this is sense confess'd,
But none a phrase absurder can invent
Than a free will'd and reas'ning instrument.
Creation is by all an act allow'd
Of will divine; now one the least endow'd
Will grant us, that an instrumental will
Affronts ev'n common sense, and overthrows
The use of words, whence light instructive flows.
What authors can these learned criticks show,
That use this word as they presume to do?
Tis true, in vulgar speech 'tis often said,
That God such monarchs and such heroes made
His glorious instruments of doing good;
But 'tis as true, this must be understood
Not in a plain, but metaphorick sense,
A figure, which in diction did commence
From tools and engines of mechanick use,
By which the artist does his work produce.
Nor can their work without its help proceed.
The marble stone? what can the painter do
Without his pencil? what are fishermen
Without their nets, and scribes without their pen?
And thus their tools should you from others take,
What works, what pieces could the artist make?
And sure our stiff antagonists will grant,
Th' Almighty pow'r no instrument did want,
No creature's force, no pow'rful engine's aid,
When he the heavens and earth, and all things made.
When God, collected in creating might,
Went forth, he bid the worlds arise from night,
And from the void call'd forth primæval light:
By his sole nod the orbs in Æther roll'd,
And the vast deep did confluent waters hold.
The vales sunk down, and mountains rear'd their head.
And that th' Almighty you will ready grant
In this great work did no assistance want
His Word with beings did the vacant fill:
And could an instrument assist creating will?
That appellation then to Christ applied
Is most absurd; so reason will decide.
In making all things, by right reason's laws,
Th' enquirer thus most clear conviction draws.
All things, it is reveal'd, for Christ were made,
Which never of an instrument was said;
That cannot be the final cause nor end,
Which in his Work the agent does intend.
Or for the pencil's or the chizel's sake.
Do master-hands in architecture skill'd
The temple raise, or the proud palace build,
Or artists frame a clock-work, to diffuse
The glory of the instruments they use?
Do they to them direct their final aim,
Or to their own emolument or fame?
If Christ is then the end of all things, he
An instrument creative cannot be.
The notion of an instrument to quit,
Apply'd to Christ, and will in this dispute,
A conscious Maker subaltern depute,
Who to obey th' Almighty's high command
Did form the earth, and Heav'n's wide roof expand
Did he endow him for the mighty task?
Declare what pow'r God did communicate
To make a creature able to create?
Say, was it circumscrib'd or unconfin'd?
If circumscrib'd and finite is assign'd,
That will be insufficient to sustain
The labour of creation; for in vain
All finite pow'r combin'd would be employ'd
To raise up matter from the empty void,
To fill with beings unsubstantial space,
And build vast worlds on desolation's face;
Endow'd with strength unlimited demand.
When in creation God exerts his might,
The opposition must be infinite;
To the term being, where they end, immense
And boundless distance is allow'd to be,
Which must employ creating energy:
Then since no measure can this distance mete,
Immensely is the difficulty great
To be subdu'd, and therefore must demand
A boundless pow'r, that nothing can withstand.
See we demonstrate thus with clearer light;
To Pow'r, whose objects are unbounded, we
Most justly may ascribe infinity;
For that, which can create, can all things do,
For what can pow'r to this superior shew?
The objects of that pow'r are numberless,
And therefore infinite; let Arians try
Their reason's strength, and make a fair reply.
Is the chief act of pow'r, that God can show,
And if that action will not prove it, whence
Can we demonstrate God's Omnipotence?
Not all the signs and works prodigious done,
And miracles perform'd, since time begun,
Declare, were all united, greater might,
Than to call beings forth from empty night.
If in creation then th' enquiring mind
Can only finite pow'r exerted find,
Which never can infer Almightiness,
No works that high perfection can express:
Can ne'er be prov'd, nor set above dispute:
God, as to his Omnipotence, is left
Without a witness, since we are bereft
Of proper means, by which it may be known;
Since Gods of vigor limited are none.
The works and wonders by creation wrought ;
And God himself, who gave to nature birth,
Stretch'd forth the heavens, and hung in air the earth;
This argument alleges to assert
His being, and idolatry subvert:
And inconclusive had such reas'ning been,
If all the vigour in creation seen
Than that the great Creator was endow'd
With strong extensive energy and might,
Yet circumscrib'd and short of infinite:
And if th' alleg'd creation prov'd no more,
Men could not God Omnipotent adore,
Nor be compell'd to own th' Eternal Mind
Was in his operations unconfin'd;
And if his Pow'r Almighty be dismiss'd,
Can the Idea of a God subsist?
Thus if creation shews but finite pow'r,
And all his other works express no more,
Impossible it is by this wild scheme
To prove th' existence of a God supreme;
Then might the world refuse a God to own,
For he, who wants Omnipotence, is none.
The vast creation to annihilate,
Demands as great a pow'r as to create.
The agent here from being must proceed
To nothing, which will equal vigor need,
As when creating he from nothing went
To being, points, which are, as all consent,
At distance of a measureless extent.
Were pleas'd and thought it fit to nullify
And out of being blot all Nature's frame,
And bring it back to nothing, whence it came,
Whether our Lord he might not delegate
To sink the world, as well as to create?
If so, which they'll be forc'd to grant, we ask,
If God for this annihilating task
Confin'd and finite, or with infinite?
Not infinite, for that, as often said,
Can't to a finite creature be convey'd;
For finite beings unreceptive are
Of infinite, and should we here declare
That bounded things may boundless pow'r employ,
Each other those ideas would destroy.
But if they say, God would to Christ assign
For this great work a finite pow'r divine,
Then Christ by finite delegated might
May sink the World in empty void and night,
And be enabled to annihilate
Himself, as well as what he did create,
As under agent; this is plain, if we
To inconsistent Arian schemes agree.
God did to Christ unbounded pow'r convey
T'enable him creation to display;
The Vice-creator must be then allow'd
To be with pow'r uncircumscrib'd endow'd,
And then a finite creature would contain
Infinity, and would itself sustain.
Must then for ever independent be;
Since he, who wanted no assistant once,
For ever all reliance will renounce,
For what can self-supporting pow'r o'erthrow?
Then independent once, and always so.
If God on Christ confer'd Omnipotence,
That we th' ambiguous Arian may unmask,
If God his own Omnipotence convey'd,
And thus his creature Christ Almighty made,
Or else another sep'rate from his own?
If they the first assert, 'tis plainly shown,
And may with clearest reason be aver'd,
That his Almighty pow'r to Christ transfer'd,
This Attribute Essential being gone,
God was no more, but Christ was God alone;
For God thus empty'd of himself, 'tis plain,
No longer could his Deity retain.
It boldly must affront ev'n vulgar sense,
To own a God without Omnipotence:
And could he part with that high Attribute,
And give it to another, who'll dispute
The consequence, that then he can't enjoy
That pow'r himself, but would himself destroy.
That 'twas another vast Omnipotence
And not his own, that God on Christ confer'd,
Then two Almighties justly are infer'd:
That is, two Gods supreme must be allow'd
With sep'rate true Omnipotence endow'd:
Besides, if by another boundless might
Than God's, our Lord made creatures, we have right
To ask you, what it was, and whence it came,
And why it does that lofty title claim?
With thoughts sedate these sentiments revolve,
And as acute divines our questions solve.
Each judge impartial ready will conclude,
Feeble and low compar'd with infinite,
To rear the world from vacancy and night.
To make primæval light display its wings,
And cloath with Being unexistent things;
To bid Arch-angels out of nothing rise;
And with bright orbs immense adorn the skies:
And since that boundless virtue Christ express'd,
As in his vast creation is confess'd,
He does, as God supreme, our worship claim,
And tho distinct in person and in name
With the most high in Nature is the same.
That God did boundless might communicate,
To make a creature able to create,
They must confin'd capacity believe
Can unconfin'd Almighty Pow'r receive,
Divine perfection, which no bounds restrain,
In which position contradiction clear,
And as full day must evident appear:
Therefore to this right reason will assent,
God cannot creatures make Omnipotent.
If vigor and almighty energy
To creatures may communicated be,
Why not omniscience and immensity?
And then made beings essence may partake
Divine, and God may Gods his equals make,
Who must these unconfin'd perfections own,
Which, all assent, belong to God alone.
That Christ does all things by his pow'r uphold
That boundless vigor must in Christ inhere:
For to sustain all Nature must demand
An Uncreated and Almighty Hand,
That still must make an infinite effort
Of pow'r, the vast creation to support,
Which no less strength requires, than was employ'd
At first to rear it from the empty void:
Since Christ is then of boundless pow'r possess'd,
He must be God supreme, for ever bless'd,
For we have prov'd by demonstration plain
No finite thing can pow'r immense contain,
Fix'd here we stand, and all the force defy
Of Arian wit and empty sophistry.
By searchers after truth may be replied:
Omnipotence Divine, which they display'd
In mighty wonders, miracles and signs
Recorded in the Scripture's sacred lines;
And, then they argue, hence we must believe,
That creatures can Almighty Pow'r receive
Transmitted to them from the God most high;
To this we ready answer, and deny
That any of th' Apostles works of might
Prov'd they exerted vigor infinite.
Tis true, that in their works appear'd a force,
That far surpasses Nature's usual course:
But let th' objectors any fact assign,
That argues boundless energy divine.
But how does that a Pow'r Almighty shew?
As makes again a lifeless body live,
Is to the soul and body to restore
The vital union they enjoy'd before:
But ev'ry separation of the soul
Does not the man among the dead enroll;
Since Paul to heav'n caught up was in a doubt,
If he was in the body then or out;
Which proves, that souls, when from their bodies fled,
Not always leave them number'd with the dead:
For tho' their senses then are unemploy'd,
Life only is suspended not destroy'd.
Hence that disunion only death will show,
When souls reluctant from their bodies go,
Which are of no capacity possest
Or fitness to receive th' informing guest
Again, and live; nor can it be denied
That some are more, some less disqualified.
Are least of fitness to revive bereft,
Nor such a great repugnance shew, as those
Whose putrifying frame their graves enclose!
And those, which have to fish and beasts been meat
Or Canibals, who their own species eat,
Or which are born, as winds and storms convey,
From pole to pole, and in loose atoms stray,
An indisposition yet far greater show
To be reviv'd, and their first state to know.
If then in bodies to be rais'd we see
An opposition different in degree,
The highest must demand a greater pow'r,
It's plain, to overcome it than the lower:
Th' inferior pow'r then can't be infinite,
For 'tis exceeded by superior might:
Since this is certain, then the pow'r, behold,
That raises men new dead, and scarcely cold,
The cleaving graves shall yield up moulder'd men,
And when the lakes and seas their dead resign
Commanded by Omnipotence Divine;
And those, whose atoms range the atmosphere;
Or to the hills and rocks, as parts, adhere,
Shall re-assemble at th' Almighty's call,
Take their old form, and into order fall,
Fit for returning souls, who at the sight
To join their old companions wing their flight.
And now, to draw this reas'ning close, you'll own,
The Prophets and th' Apostles rais'd alone
Those bodies, whence the soul was newly gone-
They never from the grave call'd forth the dead,
Who had the worm with putrefaction fed,
Nor did they ever ruin'd forms repair
Of bodies roaming thro' the sea or air:
With other works more difficult and hard,
Must be inferior, then not infinite,
Which truth is clear by demonstration's light.
Life but few moments from the child was gone,
And when the prophet great Elisha wrought
A work of mighty pow'r, and gracious brought
The Shunamite's departed son to life,
He had but newly felt the dying strife.
So when th' Apostle Dorcas did restore
The woman was alive not long before:
And Eutychus, when rescu'd from the dead ,
Had life within him, as th' Apostle said,
Yet of restoring life no instances
We in the sacred volumes find, but these.
Rais'd from the dead shew pow'r of less degree,
Than that which ruin'd members can repair,
Sunk in the Sea, or scatter'd thro' the air;
And to the parts joyn'd in their ancient frame
Unite the soul, and make the man the same:
The first of these, as reason will agree,
By some superior Angel's ministry
May be perform'd, and they, all Christians know,
Are God's deputed agents here below:
At least the wisest Sage can never shew,
That this is what an Angel cannot do;
But to the last new being to restore
Demands omniscience and unbounded pow'r.
Yet is an action done by finite force,
That breaks thro Nature's customary course,
Or to amaz'd spectators does appear
A thing surpassing Nature's active sphere,
Which proves that revelation is divine,
Which to confirm, that mighty work is wrought,
And for that end must be sufficient thought.
That did th' Apostles aid, was infinite,
Yet they declar'd, the pow'r that they had shown
In doing miracles, was not their own.
Still were the wonders, so they did proclaim,
Done by the pow'r of Christ, and in his name
And if that pow'r was infinite, 'tis clear
In the Redeemer Lord it did inhere,
Which he exerted when th' Apostles mind
To work some wonder was by him inclin'd;
And if with boundless might he was endow'd,
It must by reason's dictates be allow'd
Was God most high, and with the Father one.
When he to life the slumb'ring dead restor'd,
And wrought his other wonders with a word;
Could by those wonders make no just pretence
To an inherent vast omnipotence:
But that like Moses, delegate of heav'n
He gave a sign, and when that sign was giv'n,
God did exert his vigor infinite,
And wrought the wonder in the people's sight.
Scriptures express, we answer, make it plain,
That this suggestion groundless is and vain,
Th' Evangelist affirms , that Virtue went
Out from our Lord, when he benevolent
And made Judea with his fame resound.
And when the woman, who had long endur'd
An obstinate disease, at length was cur'd
By her clandestine touching of his vest,
While he was with a crowd surrounding prest,
Th' Apostle says, that Christ the force perceiv'd
To issue from him, which her flux reliev'd.
By which to all reflecting minds 'tis clear,
That wondrous virtue did in Christ inhere,
Which did in healing Miracles appear.
Besides, the Saviour said, that he had pow'r
To lay his life down, and his life restore,
Then must the pow'r of raising from the dead
Have been within him, as himself had said.
Tis evident from hence, as noon day light,
That the Redeemer's unresisted might
Wonders and signs, his doctrine to promote.
He must some new-devis'd objections make,
And all his past inept replies forsake.
Still will he grope in darkness for the way
Of truth divine, in such a blaze of day?
Still hope immortal reason to defeat
By baffled schemes and notions obsolete?
Notions so wild, that never to the brain
Could by the common road admission gain,
But by some parting in the head must find
A passage open to th' unguarded mind.
[Book V.]
THE ARGUMENT OF THE Fifth Book.
The introduction; several plain texts of Scripture,
that evidently prove the strict Divinity of
Christ vindicated and cleared from the absurd
and ridiculous interpretation of the Socinians:
For instance, those texts that ascribe to him
the creation of heaven and earth; that
say of him that he made the Angels, and
assert that in the beginning he was with
God, and was God. The schools of learning
erected in Greece were soon broken
by contention, and divided into parties, while
That Christians Christ, as God supreme, should own.
From his Almighty Pow'r, that all things made,
Rear'd the round earth, and the wide heav'ns display'd.
Will the bold Arian still prolong the fight?
Vanquish'd and sunk withstand prevailing light?
And ghastly wounds renew unequal wars?
Will he by penal strong delusion blind,
Inflexible and obstinate of mind,
His strength exhausted, strive with impious toil,
The Savior of his Godhead to despoil?
If so, then let new forces be enroll'd
Fit to engage; for those employ'd of old,
And foil'd so often, will the conqueror know,
Think on past routs, and face no more the foe.
Nor let them stale evasive arts repeat,
Nor to defenceless haunts and holds retreat.
Barren of thought, say, can you not invent
Some untried weapon, some new argument?
Can you no glosses yet unheard of find,
No explanation to surprize the mind,
Which, howsoever impotent and vain,
By novelty at least may entertain?
And for new triumphs new supplies demand
In vain? tis likely; for the broken foe
Can no new levies for the combat show;
Nor will he, if not ignorant of shame,
Force thee for ever to subdue the same.
The Arian, and his groundless scheme confute,
Let us a while Socinian doctors hear,
Who unconvinc'd by what we urge appear:
Attentive then observe th' erroneous way,
By which from truth reveal'd these Sages stray.
In the beginning earth and heav'n were made:
How will the criticks this clear text evade?
The moral world was new made by the Son,
While he with his religion bless'd mankind,
Enjoyn'd new precepts, and the old refin'd.
Say, does it not astonishment create,
That disputants should in this high debate
Such forc'd constructions of plain texts invent,
And to their dreams and fancies claim assent,
Without one reason, proof, or argument?
Tell us, Socinus, tells us, Crellius, where
One instance does in sacred texts appear,
That by this phrase, to make the world, no more
Is meant, than to refine laws made before,
To add new rules of life, and old restore?
If this be just, then fancy's bold effort
May any sense from any text extort:
And yet these men once great applause acquir'd,
For sense acute and reasoning force admir'd;
Renown'd for science, art, and moral rules,
Who did th' Athenian colleges adorn,
And on the world, as barb'rous, look'd with scorn,
Compar'd with wits so subtile and refin'd,
As ours of Anti-trinitarian kind;
Who eager thro' the world to spread their name,
And to their schools procure unrival'd fame,
Contend with studious labour to procure
Notions and wild constructions, that obscure
Plain Scripture-phrases, and with artfull night
Cloud truth reveal'd, and stifle Nature's light?
How these sagacious masters texts unfold,
And open by the glosses which they teach,
Till they surpass all understanding's reach,
And genius fit all Scripture to confound,
And darken easy places, which appear,
Till they explain them, as the noon-day clear
The Son of God not only did exert
In rearing this corporeal frame his might,
But that he made the heavenly seats of light,
With all their bless'd inhabitants, the host
Of Angels, who immortal vigor boast;
That thrones and powers and glorious potentates,
Dominions, princes, and seraphick states,
And all the bright celestial colonies,
And blissful natives, that possess the skies,
To him, as to their Maker, owe their birth,
Who, as clear texts affirm , made heav'n and earth.
How will their learning make the sense away?
How must they labour, turn, and shift, and wrest
The words, to stifle what is there confest,
That they the obvious meaning may decline,
And sink the evidence of light divine?
Tis true, say they, the Son did Angels make,
But 'tis, the criticks urge, a great mistake
To think he made those glorious beings so,
That from his pow'r they did created flow:
How then? say they, the Scripture to evade,
He did not make, but found them ready made;
And yet he made them too, that is, dispos'd,
Marshal'd and rang'd th' angelick world, enclos'd
In the great empire God to him had giv'n,
And order'd his wide monarchy of heav'n.
Of vast imagination see a flight,
How high they soar above all human sight?
And solid judgment for decision fit.
Thus in a sense they sacred texts expound,
Of which the Scriptures are unconscious found.
What Oedipus this meaning could have guest,
Had not great criticks been constrain'd to wrest
It out by art, to serve a cause distrest?
If we such bold precarious glosses grant,
God's revelation will another want;
For what we now believe he has reveal'd
Does in plain words involv'd lie so conceal'd,
As these men judge, that it eludes the sight,
And only can by force be brought to light.
With how much labour scripture they oppress,
And incoherent explanations dress,
To make reluctant texts their mind confess?
Ask, when 'tis said, Christ heav'n and earth has made,
How they such full expressions will evade?
He did the Christian institution found,
And gave the moral world new rules, to raise
Nature's dim light, and teach celestial ways.
Ask, if he made th' angelick pow'rs, and they
To this enquiry, will, as mention'd, say,
That sovereign of th' angelick orders he
Model'd and rang'd th' immortal hierarchy,
And a wise scheme of civil empire laid,
By all the heavenly race to be obey'd;
For right the sophists judg'd, they must decline
To say, that Christ their morals did refine.
What various senses do these wits employ
Of the word, made, plain Scripture to destroy?
Maker of all things, some men publish, means
An under active cause, that intervenes;
Some, he that all things made, say, does denote
One, who the scheme of pure religion taught:
Than o'er the angels, who were made before,
Tofix the model of imperial pow'r.
On the word made they fix with violence
A civil, natural, and a moral sense.
And from clear texts so long their meaning take,
Till he that all things made did nothing make:
They this and that way wind, and scriptures strain,
Till they a meaning to their purpose gain.
Oft they compell them foreign sense to speak,
Their order now, now their connexion break,
And boldly, as their cause it best promotes,
Make the same words express repugnant thoughts,
Oft they transpose a particle or change,
Or else the words in a new manner range;
To make the wrested text their will obey:
But if its light does uncontroll'd appear,
The meaning obvious and th' expression clear,
To bold and desp'rate methods, see, they fly,
And cut in two the knot they can't untie;
As spurious they those sacred words efface,
And leave them not in books inspir'd a place,
But with a more than pontificial pride
Expunge the texts, that fight against their side.
Which in expounding texts these arrogant
And hard unblushing disputants employ,
To change, or Scripture meaning to destroy,
And furnish'd with their engines, by their use
From any phrase we'll any sense produce.
That from the world the Scriptures God remove;
To back th' Assertion, see, these very Words,
There is no God, the sacred book records:
Tis true, with periods we that sentence bound,
Enclose and fence it from the texts around,
And cut off all connexion, whence the foe
Might the true import of that passage know;
And this th' opponents may allow with ease,
Who stop, and change a sentence, as they please,
To make some unexpected meaning rise,
Which must the starting reader's mind surprise.
Of fine invention and evasive art.
The Word, so says th' inspir'd apostle , was
In the beginning; now that well known phrase
Before all time, and from all ages past:
E'er the cærulean fields were yet display'd,
The mountains rear'd, or earth's foundation laid,
Then was the word with God, and then was God;
Now if we seek not shades and ways untrod,
Then, that he's God supreme, it must be own'd,
And that he ever sat in heav'n enthron'd.
And cast a mist before the reader's sight,
Behold with wond'ring eyes a noble flight;
A flight of genius vast, and wit sublime,
That does o'er all exalted learning climb.
That the Redeemer was with God, say they,
Is true; but how? why, he was caught away
From this low ball, and suddenly convey'd
To the third heav'ns, like Paul, and there he stayed
How to erect and guide his church aright;
What mysteries to reveal, what rules enjoin,
And how dark nature's precepts to refine.
What points profound can sons of science teach?
What heights can vast imagination reach?
Behold the world bereft of promis'd day,
O'erwhelm'd in thick Egyptian darkness lay,
Till these Socinian luminaries shone,
And bless'd mankind with things before unknown.
Hail wits unrival'd! you have sense engross'd,
At your decease all knowledge must be lost.
The Christian world will be involv'd in night,
Nor will a soul be left, that argues right:
Truth will be sunk, nor will one head remain
Able the clearest Scripture to explain.
This wond'rous gloss, on which the foes rely.
A fiction wild, a legendary dream,
Invented to support an empty scheme
By subtilty elusive; which the wise
Impartial reader will at sight despise.
Say, ye presumptuous race of criticks, say,
If you at least will scripture texts obey,
Where do the sacred volumes once suggest
The faintest hint, where is a word exprest,
Or the least glimpse of revelation giv'n,
That Christ was carried up from earth to heav'n,
To be instructed, how he should refine
Degenerate moral rules by light divine,
And lay the wond'rous plan, at his descent,
Of his blest laws and sacred government?
And all your strength to make it good defy:
You grant, for this there's no divine record,
But ask us to believe you on your word.
To clearer reason, and superior sense,
Should in a case of such importance vent
Their notions, yet produce no argument,
No single proof, their glosses to sustain,
And yet their foes of ignorance arraign.
This is to dogmatize and not dispute,
And by despotick dictates to confute.
Since nothing mention'd in th' inspir'd records
To their new fiction countenance affords,
And since these champions in their own excuse,
Can cite no Scripture, and no proof produce,
Which should with shame o'erspread th' audacious Sect,
Who on the sacred text impose a sense
By fraud and unexampled violence.
O'er subtile Greece, and promis'd riper day,
Letters and science had a swift increase,
And colleges a while were bless'd with peace;
But not long so; soon emulation rose,
And pride and envy made scholastick foes.
Greece by divisions numberless was split,
Clouded by learning, and embroil'd with wit.
Now Sect with Sect, and School with School engag'd,
And Sages war with adverse Sages wag'd.
And thro' the world to propagate his fame
Labour'd all rival masters to dethrone,
To sink their credit, and advance his own.
The Stoick pow'rs did Socrates invade,
And wide destruction of his doctrine made:
These Aristippus did in turn assail,
With reasons most adapted to prevail
O'er men with sensual Inclinations born,
And with their spoils did his loose school adorn.
Plato his much applauded college rear'd,
A pow'rful prince of learning long rever'd;
Till enterprizing Aristotle, bred
At this great teacher's feet, to rule as head
Of a new sect, and be thro' Greece admir'd,
Against his master and his scheme conspir'd;
O'er Plato he prevailed, and in his stead
Reign'd, and impos'd his philosophick creed.
Fix'd in new Greece, where Adria's waves are tost,
Till Epicurus, impious, vain, and lewd,
Rais'd fierce rebellion, and this school subdued,
And chang'd it to a garden sown with seeds
Of baneful plants, and rank unwholsome weeds.
O'er-run with envy, wanton wit, and pride:
Gray-headed Triflers did with learning play,
And freely thought philosophy away.
For now the novel Academicks own,
That nothing was discovered, nothing known;
That while the proofs press'd equal every way,
The mind must dubious in suspension stay,
Repel no reason's force, and none obey:
That sacred science did its station keep
In a profound unfathomable Deep,
Nor to the light from the dark bottom fetch.
Now beauteous truth, of high celestial race,
Deserted this inhospitable place,
From Sages vain and wrangling wits withdrew;
Left the litigious Sects, and upwards flew.
Which did Athenian nurseries devour,
We in religious colleges may see,
As fatal prov'd, as in philosophy.
Witness the num'rous Sectaries of old,
In the first Christian registers inroll'd:
Some to the doctrines of Cerinthus bred,
Some by Sabellius, some by Magus led,
And some, who Manichæus own'd as head.
But the chief swarms and foul pernicious broods,
Offspring deform'd, and odious brotherhoods,
Who soon unchristian doctrines did embrace,
And were to different heresies inclin'd,
By their phantastick different turns of mind.
Religion's points essential to oppose,
And resolute the pillars to subvert
Of Christian faith, did arrogant assert,
The Son of God, whose laws the Church obey'd,
Was not eternal, but a being made,
Whom he with greater excellence endow'd,
Than to the highest Seraph is allow'd,
And own'd, he did as king deputed reign
O'er all the creatures, heav'n and earth contain;
But granted not, he was in substance one
With the great God and his coeval Son,
Of Christian faith, soon popular became;
Till the contagion reach'd th' imperial throne,
And Arian monarchs now impatient grown
Of contradiction, with inhuman rage
By fire and sword did violent engage
To force into the mind pretended light,
And into false belief the world affright.
These red with slaughter, when by none withstood,
With reeking hands and garments roll'd in blood
Approach'd the Prince of peace, and God of love,
As he their endless murthers would approve.
Distracted pow'rs, that could believe, the sword
Plung'd in his vot'ries hearts would please their Lord?
All impositions and all tests disclaim,
Yet is their hate, tho' not their pow'r, the same.
Since now unarm'd a hearing they demand,
And ask, that force coercive we disband,
Willing by reason's light to fall or stand,
We wave the privilege of civil laws;
Let them at reason's bar defend their cause:
Again in Scripture-arms we take the field
To make the vain presumptuous Arian yield.
That Satan up to a high mountain caught,
The blest Redeemer thro' the steepy air,
Prepar'd to trie his meditated snare;
The earth's wide face, and all its wealth display'd;
Did its great empires, and fair cities shew,
And bad him all this pow'r and splendor view;
Then said; behold, all these I give to thee,
Do thou but prostrate fall, and worship me.
Then answer'd thus the Mediator Lord;
The books inspir'd this high command record,
Thou to the Lord thy God shalt worship pay,
Him shalt thou serve, and him alone obey.
The Lord Messiah, worship to address
To him, as God, but ask'd the outward sign
Of adoration and respect divine,
And left the secret thought within his breast,
To be directed as it pleas'd him best:
Because, as we infer from his reply,
He judg'd the outward act idolatry.
An act, which all observers would suppose
From inward rev'rence of the object flows:
Nor can spectators in the mind divide
Establish'd signs and objects signified,
Hence he, that on an idol's altar throws
Rich incense, or before an image bows,
Or on unhallow'd victims feasting sits,
Interpreted idolatry commits,
For let his thoughts be e'er so innocent,
Observers will believe, 'tis his intent
Worship divine as certainly to shew,
As the sincerest votary can do.
And rather death than feign'd compliance chuse,
Assur'd the inward thought could not the fact excuse.
Then Arians, who high adoration pay,
And praise divine to the Lord Christ convey,
If he is but a creature, must contract
The highest guilt by such an impious act.
That men to him the Father, and his Son,
Should equal adoration pay; in vain;
Behold, with ease we make this subject plain.
That Men one God should worship, one alone,
We the first dictate of right reason own,
And will this God by positive commands
Repeal a doctrine, which establish'd stands
We should not reason's strongest light obey?
Then moral obligations would be void,
And Nature's law for ever be destroy'd:
Thus Christian precepts would with Nature's fight,
And not improve, but ruin moral light.
Thus, while the grounds, why God alone can claim
Worship divine, for ever are the same,
That law for ever must be unrepeal'd,
Or else a moral rule, and one reveal'd,
Repugnant must each other's force suspend;
And here let Arian wits their cause defend.
Besides, these men th' Ideas must confound
Of God and Creature, if mankind are bound
To pay the Saviour honours most sublime,
A God by courtesy, and made in time.
If this be just, then must we reconcile
The warring terms of contradiction, while
Unlimited perfection, we apply
To a created finite deity.
We stand, and all our foes assaults endure.
God's positive commands ne'er supercede
Precepts, which moral obligations plead:
He now and then for some important end
May Nature's law and settled course suspend;
But can a law of Nature be destroy'd;
And reason's rule be made for ever void?
The nature and the properties of things
Would then be chang'd, whence moral duty springs;
And thus the mind must inbred light despise,
And break the order of her faculties,
While to a creature men adoring bow,
Which all right reason's dictates disallow.
Once to create a being infinire,
For that plain contradiction would imply,
And introduce of Gods plurality,
So he on none such honours e'er bestows,
Which must perfections infinite suppose;
This in our thoughts would not ideas bound,
But would with finite infinite confound;
The creature and Creator would be join'd
In indistinct conceptions in the mind.
Who tell us, that to strengthen Nature's laws,
And clear dim reason, was the sole design
Of Christ's appearance, and his scheme divine;
It must extinguish Nature's earliest light,
It must of things the moral Nature change,
And in the mind repugnant dictates range.
One God alone, one God alone implore,
Founded on this impossibility,
That the same names and honours should agree
To beings, which do no proportion own,
One a Creator and a Creature one;
Of perfect wisdom that and boundless might,
A self-existent unexpiring light,
Essential life, the source of good immense,
This of dependent finite excellence.
Now since we must by God's commands abide,
And worship give to him, and none beside,
And the sublimest adoration pay
To the blest Saviour, those, who thence infer
The Savior's real Godhead, cannot err.
If we are bid to worship God alone,
And yet to worship Christ, Christ must be one
With the great God, or else we must believe,
That we may worship to a creature give.
Against the Demon-worshipers? in vain
They such of high idolatry arraign;
Those will retort, th' accusers must condemn
Their own vile practise while they censure them.
What they'll allege, if prostrate we adore
Heroes and demigods, who are no more
Heav'ns ministers, and legates of the sky?
Can you as grosly impious us upbraid,
Who say religious worship may be paid
To Christ, who is not God supreme, but one
That's God by office, tho' by Nature none?
We worship Christ the Lord, as God most high,
Because on him th' Almighty did confer
The dignity of his first minister,
And viceroy of his various kingdoms, whence
He does a God subordinate commence,
And as a mighty intercessor own'd
Sits high in heav'n, at God's right hand enthron'd;
In vain, for will not then the Pagans say,
That on as strong prevailing reasons they
Religious worship to their demons pay?
Of all things in the sea, and earth, and air,
And to enjoy establish'd empire there.
That they successful intercessors prove,
And bring to mortals blessings from above:
And hence, they'll say, we argue, God supreme
Our Demon-worship never will condemn,
If he religious honours does enjoin
To one, yon own, by Nature not divine,
Only endow'd with delegated pow'rs,
And who no more is God supreme, than ours.
That every knee in heav'n and earth shall bow,
And Adoration to the Saviour pay,
And to him worship, like his own, convey,
Distinct, is with the Father God the same.
And the new scheme of sophists to confute,
See, God has said , if Arians will believe,
He'll not his glory to another give.
Then let the Arian, who plain Scripture mocks,
Now hardy contradict the orthodox,
And now himself, at least th' Almighty, spare,
And of arraigning truth itself beware.
Ne'er will th' obdurate heretick agree
To diff'rent persons in the Deity,
But daring makes, that doctrine to evade,
Two Gods, one uncreated and one made;
While adoration to our Lord is paid.
To worship Christ with modes and rites divine;
For this just notion ardent we contend,
And by its light our principles defend;
For if by grant divine our Lord can claim
Like veneration, and regards the same
As God most high, whose solemn words declare
He'll not his glory with another share;
Christ must be own'd eternal God by all,
He, whom the sacred books Jehovah call;
Or there are Gods supreme in number two,
To whom the same divine respects are due.
And overspread his mind with heav'nly light,
And the restorer of his eyes ador'd ,
Who did not this, as criminal, accuse,
Nor the high honour profer'd him refuse.
This will to all reflecting Christians shew,
Religious worship to their Lord is due,
Since he accepted such respect divine,
Which yet the highest angels did decline ,
Bidding the erring worshiper forbear,
And gave this reason; we but creatures are,
The ministers of heav'n to you for good,
And would not be for gods misunderstood.
And yet the blest angelick hierarchy,
God's officers and princes of the sky,
Who by his high command the world divide,
And viceroys o'er the canton'd realms preside,
Of deities subordinate may claim,
As well as Christ, if he enjoys no more
Than an inferior delegated pow'r.
Be it consider'd, that th' eternal mind,
The gospel yet unwrit, had not enjoin'd,
That proper worship should to Christ to be paid;
And therefore here the Arian cannot plead
A positive command, that Christ the Lord
Should with religious honours be ador'd:
Hence the blind man restor'd believ'd it true,
That Christ was God supreme, and therefore knew,
The highest adoration was his due:
And this important truth our Lord confess'd,
While he such worship own'd to him address'd,
Nor once rebuk'd the worshiper, as one,
Who had an act of irreligion done,
While good and just, he must have blam'd as sin.
Did in their impious theologick scheme,
Blind and misled by strong delusion, place
Of pow'rs created an unnumber'd race,
Subordinate inferior deities,
And peopled with unnative gods the skies.
These, they affirm'd, did still assiduous stand
Round the supreme, to watch his high command,
And his swift envoys took commission'd flight
Reciprocal from empirean heights,
To earth, and thence thro' known aerial roads
And gulphs of sky back to their blest abodes.
These they ador'd, to these they solemn prayed,
And in distress devoutly cry'd for aid,
By whom, they thought, in heav'n they favour gain'd,
And did protection from those guardians crave,
Whose lifeless limbs lay mouldring in the grave.
To dignity divine, ador'd and prais'd
With solemn worship, by the jealous Lord,
The God of Gods, th' Almighty, was abhorr'd.
This worship he idolatry declar'd,
And lest the favour'd tribes should be ensnar'd
By Pagan rites, he by his high command
Expell'd th' unhallow'd practice from the land.
Nor did the Jews his anger more provoke
Against their realm, than when they impious broke
This first, this chief, this fundamental law,
Which on their heads did sure destruction draw.
Brought his fierce armies from a distant clime;
Refus'd their empire longer to uphold,
And his own land to Pagan monarchs sold.
His Face more Gods, but only him adore,
He said not; should their worship they convey
To him, nor let it in the image stay,
But did that honour to his throne direct,
The final object of divine respect,
He then well pleas'd would creature-worship own,
And grant, that thus they worship'd him alone.
No, he in words unlimited forbad
Religious honour to another paid,
Nor one exception qualifying made.
A lord, or prince, or god subordinate,
Whom men, as he commanded, should adore
With rites divine, his clemency implore,
And send their pray'rs and praises to his throne
High in the heav'ns, as to th' Almighty own;
And to him should ascribe God's certain right
Salvation, glory, majesty, and might
Equal to that we give to God most high;
No, this he still did absolute deny,
And said, he would with none his honour share,
Nor in his glory e'er a partner bear.
Hence 'tis to all of thought impartial plain,
No limitation did his law restrain;
Convinc'd by reason's force we hence conclude,
Th' Almighty's words all under-pow'rs exclude,
From worship, such as to himself is paid.
Which æmulous of Pagan rites, transfer'd
This demon-worship to the num'rous lands
To which thy pontiffs send their proud commands.
By spurious rev'rence, superstitious dread,
And false humility thy vot'ries led
Scarce will approach th' Almighty's Majesty,
But to created intercessors fly,
To saints and angels adoration pay,
And prostrate in their temples ardent pray,
That they would bear propitious to the throne
Of God their pray'rs, assist them with their own,
And by their merit wrath divine atone.
Thousands of mediators they enroll,
That equal, or exceed, the Pagan scroll,
These did in practice nature's light denie,
Those that, and revelation's too defie.
From the black charge of gross idolatry,
If true religious worship may be paid
To gods inferior and to beings made:
And yet the blest redeemer is no more
In the esteem of numbers, who adore
His person, and his aid divine implore.
They still to God supreme alone direct,
And when to Christ they the same honours send,
They do not secret in their mind intend
The uncreated God most high, but one
Subordinate, and who in time begun:
Whose sons to worship demon gods presume,
Say, they these under-deities no more,
Than Arians Jesus, finally adore:
But that thro' these, with pure intention, they
Worship divine to the most high convey:
Then, Arians, own your gross idolatry,
Or from that guilt pronounce the Pagan free.
Above th' angelick natives of the sky;
Above all powers, dominions, potentates,
Great dignities, seraphick thrones and states,
Who to their king the mediator low
Bow down in adoration, and bestow
Such names divine and honours, which are shown
To the supreme eternal God alone.
Who dwell in bright abodes and endless day,
“Sit thou enthron'd in bliss on my right hand,
“Till I extend thy uncontroll'd command
“O'er all thy proud opposers, who shall lie
“Low at thy footstool, and for mercy crie?
Which are ascrib'd to God, th' Eternal Mind
“Salvation, glory, majesty and might,
“Praise and renown, and empire infinite,
“To him that sits high on the throne in heav'n,
“And to the Lamb, for evermore be giv'n.
Hence our opposers must allow, the Son
With the blest Father is in essence one,
Or will by reason be compell'd to say,
They the same act of adoration pay
Worship to both in a strict sense divine.
Now who to stand by this conclusion dare,
That gods by office, who but creatures are,
May with their Maker adoration share?
Is not a creature of the noblest kind
At as true distance infinite disjoin'd
From the eternal Maker, God most high,
As his less wondrous works, a worm or fly?
Should princes bid their subjects honour pay
To a poor groom in the same words and way,
As when they worship him and favours pray?
Or should they bid a monarch's envoy crave
A solemn audience of an abject slave,
Or some domestick favour'd animal,
Would not observers this distraction call?
Yet is it more absurd and gross, to join
God and a creature in one act divine.
And gulphs, unconscious of circumference,
Th' eternal self-existent God-head part
From all things, which did into being start
At his command; as well th' angelick race,
As those, that swim the flood, their native place,
Graze the green earth, or creep along its face.
Is great alliance, great proportion, found;
For each is finite, each a creature, each
Have understandings of a bounded reach:
Besides their human nature is the same,
And they alike the common species claim.
And animals agree with kings thus far,
That both are creatures and both living are.
Now if the Saviour only is allow'd
To be a creature, let him be endow'd
And all perfections short of infinite,
There will a vaster disproportion be
Between him and th' Almighty's majesty
Not made nor circumscrib'd, than we can find
Between low mortals and th' angelick kind:
Between a peasant and a prince renown'd,
A creeping insect and a Sage profound.
Then see, how this does common sense invade,
That the Creator and a being made
May be ador'd in the same words and ways;
This doctrine impious heresy betrays.
To which some great Socinian chiefs subscribe,
That th' appellation God the Scriptures give
In no respect but what is relative:
But as with empire and with pow'r endow'd,
And that the worship, which to him we owe,
Does from his title of dominion flow.
Hence those, say they, the Scripture gods declares,
Who by his pow'r have delegated shares,
And rule by his commission; these, say they,
Are gods inferior by deputed sway.
But place him only on an under-throne;
While they contend, he only has pretence
In this improper metaphorick sence
To be acknowledg'd God, yet they assign
To Jesus honours properly divine:
Prostrate to him they solemn pray'r address,
And adoration strictly such express,
Behold the Anti-trinitarian scheme.
That honour goes no farther; or if they
To God thro' Christ their worship still convey?
If that, behold unmask'd idolatry,
While to a creature they devout apply
Titles and honours, as to God most high;
A creature, whom they such ev'n then allow,
When they in adoration to him bow:
If this, the Arians can't their cause sustain,
They arei dolaters, and plead in vain,
Their impious scheme and practice to protect,
That when to Christ they pay divine respect,
Which they to God supreme thro' him direct,
Their act of adoration is but one,
And is address'd to God most high alone.
Because an under-god, and not offend,
They may to kings strict adoration pay,
If worship they thro' kings to God convey:
For do not sov'reign lords and princes shine,
Adorn'd with splendid rays of pow'r divine,
And therefore are inferior Gods, and own'd
As such by God, by his command enthron'd:
Viceroys invested with a great degree
Of his imperial high authority.
Thus kings are Scripture-gods, existing, true,
Proper, unfeign'd, and gods by Office too,
As well as Christ, according to the scheme
Of some great Arians, under God supreme;
Then are they mediate gods for worship fit,
And may, to be ador'd, exalted sit:
And say, what crime their vot'ries would commit,
Do thro' those kings to God most high direct?
Tis true, Christ's empire vastly theirs exceeds,
But this of species no distinction breeds,
But only of degree the diff'rence brings,
For sov'reigns great or small alike are kings;
And have an equal right, as they are so,
To honours, which from pow'r and empire flow;
For the school-maxim has unshaken stood,
“From as 'tis such to all, the sequel's good.
Of the Redeemer arrogant deny,
Would fain by disingenuous shifts evade
The consequence, that he's a being made:
Nor will they, tho' intreated, make it known,
Whether they Christ as a mere creature own.
What elevated thoughts, what sense divine;
These disputants, with wit superior crown'd,
A middle being have successful found,
Who is not caus'd, nor yet the causeless cause,
And who, tho' this opposes reason's laws,
From the Almighty's actual will arose,
Yet not his being to creation owes.
As thy first atoms, Carus, in their flight
Inclin'd, yet form'd no slanting line, nor right,
But one, that in a manner somewhat like,
And wanting but a little, was oblique;
So these wise masters in their scheme abstruse
A strange invented being introduce,
Who is divine almost, and as it were;
Not God supreme, but something very near.
Will be the doctrine of those Arians found,
Who will not Christ as God supreme avow,
Nor yet to be a creature him allow.
That Christ is neither made, nor yet unmade;
Not self-existent, nor created, one
Who had beginning, and yet ne'er begun?
But while these wily disputants deny
The Saviour's strict and proper deity,
Yet own he's not a creature, let them here
Their sentiments from contradiction clear;
Let them explain their scheme, and let us see
How their repugnant notions can agree.
Have the true meaning of the Gospel known,
Then since the Christian doctrine was reveal'd,
Celestial truth has kept her head conceal'd
In clouds and darkness, while no man was found
In many ages past, who could expound
Scriptures of vast importance, which concern
Each individual of the Church to learn:
And then the promis'd Spirit, who should guide
Into all truth the Christian, has denied
To yield due aid, those errors to avoid,
By which ev'n Nature's dictates are destroy'd;
And suffer'd long the Christian world to lie
Plung'd in the depths of gross idolatry.
Whilst they by honouring Christ (but how deceiv'd!)
Ador'd a creature, whom they God believ'd.
That bliss and life immortal brought to light,
Has not himself reveal'd, nor made it known,
What of his nature we are bound to own.
Hard fate, if Christians have thro' ages paid
The highest worship to a being made,
By Scripture's clearest evidence betray'd!
[Book VI.]
THE ARGUMENT OF THE Sixth Book.
Arians defeated by Scripture fly in vain for refuge
to the schools, where they obscure revelation
with false learning and vain philosophy. If
the revelation be sufficiently prov'd of any assertion
concerning the essence of God, it is in vain
to appeal to the nature of the thing, and urge
that it is inconsistent with reason, which being
finite is utterly unable to search and comprehend
an object that is infinite: The sole business
of reason in this case is to examine and judge
of the evidence that is brought to prove that
Assail his bulwarks, and their weakness show;
Vanquish'd by Scripture to the schools he flies,
And deep entrench'd in metaphysicks lies;
Begirt with nice distinctions, glosses, words
And phrases foreign to divine records.
Here the disputers of this world defy
The Gospel, arm'd with vain philosophy.
With idle labour they their Batt'ries dress,
And Christian revelation to oppress,
With smoke and vapour thence their engines play,
And aim to stifle pure celestial Day.
By rules scholastick teaching men to think
Of things inspir'd, they inspiration sink;
And to mysterious truth immortal foes,
Dim reason's light to that from heav'n oppose.
A being unconfin'd to comprehend,
But grant that God's perfections are too high,
Too deep for mortals fully to descry :
Yet inconsistent with themselves, they dive,
Amidst this vast abyss, and daring strive
To search its secrets by a bold descent,
Examine wide infinitude's extent,
And arrogant determine where they own
The boundless object never can be known.
Others who better with themselves agree,
Presumptuous say, they grasp infinity
With finite reason, that their thoughts can soar
To endless heights, and depths immense explore,
While they can form conceptions in their mind
Commensurate to essence unconfin'd.
Of the great Being, which we can't conceive:
Since they the Mind Eternal understand,
(So they affirm) they petulant demand,
When of his secret nature we dispute,
Reasons and proofs, which their ideas suit;
That will convincing demonstration bring,
And shew, as well the manner, as the thing.
Will these, who such a conscious compass vaunt,
And, that they fully know th' Almighty grant,
His attributes unbounded disbelieve,
Till they conceptions adequate receive?
Presumptuous folly! to himself alone
God's nature and perfections must be known;
Yet vain disputers will to things intrude,
Which reason at its utmost stretch elude,
Would, what's above their sphere, attempt to clasp,
And strive with objects, which they cannot grasp;
Th' Almighty's hidden nature to descrie,
And up to heights interminable flie.
But groping in th' inextricable maze,
Giddy and dazzled by too strong a blaze
Of awful glory, they bewilder'd stray,
And guideless strive in vain to find their way,
And yet the notions, which their scheme promote,
Th' obscure conjectures of a daring thought
Concerning God, as certain they conclude,
And on the world, as truths divine, obtrude.
The sacred truths and high mysterious things
Of Christian faith, which heav'nly light reveals,
To reason's bar, to a wrong court appeals.
For reason, reason's self being judge, by laws,
That rule her province, can't decide the cause.
Not only those without us, but our own,
As well their essence, as their properties,
And hidden intellectual springs; the wise,
Who search for sacred truth, will ne'er rely
On dark decisions of philosophy.
Religion's controverted points, resolv'd
Into scholastick maxims, are involv'd
In doubt and mist, to which with diffident
And fluctuating minds we yield assent.
Nor does religion her true force express,
And beauties in a metaphorick dress,
But is suspected much, if not despis'd,
When by the schoolman's subtile arts disguis'd.
Clear, and with vain philosophy unmixt,
Such as the swain and fisherman could reach:
Now Christian churches were with concord crown'd,
Blameless in manners and in doctrine sound,
Their piety and ardent mutual love
Did midst the nations admiration move;
Vertue and goodness was their generous aim?
They did their hearts, their lives and doctrines frame,
For sure attainment of immortal bliss
In the succeeding world, and peace in this:
Nor tried by feeble reason to unfold
Doctrines sublime in sacred writ enroll'd,
Mysterious points of unsurmounted height;
That might the most audacious wit affright;
Which they, because reveal'd, receiv'd as true,
Tho' none the mode and secret manner knew.
E'er party-strife did Christian realms engage,
The zeal, that every vot'ry's mind engrost,
Was, who should raise their founder's glory most;
Instincts corrupt and blameful passions quell,
And in blest works of charity excel.
At length the Greeks by national dispute
Trouble the fountain, and the streams pollute
Of faith divine, which by this inlet grew
Thick and disturb'd, and fatal ferments knew.
Hence from the schools did spreading fogs arise
And clouds of learning darken'd Christian skies.
And now the Saviour's uncontested creed,
Simple, unmix'd and from vain glosses freed,
By wits explained did explanation need.
Grew by inept philosophy obscure,
The peaceful church, and vast confusion made.
Now points divine, that plainly were reveal'd,
All for salvation necessary held,
In speculation's subtilties involv'd,
And novel doubts too hard to be resolv'd,
Became the labour of the strongest mind,
And far above all vulgar reach refin'd.
When oft th' aggressor heretick employ'd
The sophists treach'rous learning, to avoid
The force of heav'nly truth, and undermine
This most important article divine,
That Christ is God; the orthodox in course
Constrain'd oppos'd scholastick force to force.
The church, where now philosophy grew rife,
Became a scene of academick strife,
With arms and armour forg'd by studious thought,
And in the college by the Sages wrought.
Thus the corrupters of the Christian creed
Call'd in the schools to justify the deed;
And then, as said, compell'd the faithful strove,
By the same means th' assailants to remove,
And vindicate high mysteries, which before,
Because reveal'd from heav'n, they did adore,
But aim'd not depths unbounded to explore.
She lovely and adorable appear'd;
Her charms, and artless beauties, overcame
The realms around, and high advanc'd her fame:
But when new form'd and model'd in the schools,
By Grecian modes and philosophick rules,
And all her bosom fill'd with subtile snares,
New systems and distinctions in her hand,
While loud disputers did around her stand,
She soon perceiv'd, by learning's base allay
Her glory sicken, and her strength decay;
With grief the wise did this strange medley see
Of revelation and philosophy.
To prove the Christian institution true;
And to acquire this end, they rightly thought
The needful aids of learning should be sought;
But judg'd not finite reason qualified
Concerning boundless objects to decide.
What God, who only his own being knows,
The glorious fountain, whence all science flows,
Because the God of truth can never err:
But here we stop, and dare not farther press,
And those, who these just limits shall transgress,
Lost in a labyrinth, their aim will miss,
And soon be swallow'd in a dark abyss.
And the sweet pleasure of a leader's name:
How praises to their inmost soul are dear
With what delight the list'ning doctors hear
Their friends their flatt'ring admiration vent,
Extoll their genius, as of vast extent,
Their matchless sense, clear reason, parts acute,
Learning profound and triumph in dispute:
This is enough to swell with pride the Sage,
And make him all his strength and skill engage,
To raise new sects, or old ones to revive.
Who from pure truth by ways so num'rous swerv'd,
That they profuse the stock of error spent,
And left no schism for followers to invent;
Hence modern wits, who eagerly are set,
Glory by novel sentiments to get,
And plant a sect distinguish'd by their name,
Are disappointed of their way to fame.
By ancestors worn out th' impoverish'd field
Of heresy will no fresh harvest yield;
None at a founder's honour can arrive,
But must submit old falshood to revive;
Ancient exploded notions to restore,
And only say what has been said before.
To own, Sabellius did their scheme invent;
Our Arians too, who Arius would disclaim,
Must, tho' reluctant, bear th' apostate's name,
Alike their creed, their arguments the same.
This must be shocking to th' ambitious mind,
That would by toil and flights unvulgar find
Some error's haunt, discover'd yet by none,
And some wild coast of heresy unknown.
And prove the Anti-arian doctrine true,
We'll vindicate our cause from hardy foes,
Who Christian faith's important points oppose,
To whom, not force, but subtilties belong,
Feeble in reason, tho' in passion strong.
Proud words they utter, with defiance vain,
Which low and humble sentiments contain.
And with deceitful shews of truth amuse;
Sometimes their word does reason's room supply,
While we on Arian honour must rely;
They still are more and more perplext, the fate
Of metaphysick jugglers in debate.
Then since bold scholars from the grave would free
A long since dead and buried heresy,
Tis fit, that we with pious ardor bent,
The monster's resurrection to prevent,
In Scripture arms should grapple with the foes,
And argument to argument oppose:
Th' undaunted arm will be with honour crown'd,
That shall this fierce reviving Hydra wound,
And leave his sever'd heads expiring on the ground.
And I am God, besides me there is none;
Is there a God besides me? surely no:
There is no God; nor do I any know.
See, I am God, to me none likeness has,
There was none ever form'd before I was,
Nor after me shall be: hence is it shown,
That God besides himself no god will own.
That he is God alone, see, more than once
His words express and absolute pronounce:
Mean time the books inspir'd, that cannot err,
And which must be consistent, oft aver
That Christ is God; then who can Christians blame,
Who say, since each is God, they are the same?
No; they a word important will supplie,
A word to them most necessary there,
Which God to mention did, it seems, forbear;
They say not why; and by that term annext
They fill and cure the lame deficient text.
The word supreme is what the Arians want;
And if this needful supplement you grant,
Then all the cited scriptures thus will run,
God will allow no God supreme but one;
And thus they clear their way, and make these texts their own.
Thus they their usual modest method take,
They now substract, and now additions make,
Now hurtful words for favourable change,
Now texts in more convenient order range,
And make them Arian sense reluctant speak.
These arbitrary chiefs, that thus preside
O'er Christian faith, and scripture-meaning guide,
May safe engage, as certain to confute
All who oppose, and triumph in dispute:
For who can foes so privileged withstand,
That books inspir'd to serve their cause command?
That we, what they advance unprov'd, denie,
Yet more these vain disputers to confound,
And shew their answer stands on faithless ground,
Suppose the term supreme should be allow'd
To clear the Scriptures from a fancied cloud,
And when 'tis said, that God is God alone,
Tis meant, there is no God supreme but one,
Nor to more Gods supreme should worship pay;
Then let the word supreme be here annext,
And see, how this destroys the sacred text?
Behold no God supreme shall after me
Be form'd, that is, as all unbiass'd see,
No uncreated God shall e'er created be.
If this will not convince the foe, what light,
What words express can set his Judgment right?
A strong delusion must possess his mind,
Obdurate, and by affectation blind.
The worship paid to under-deities,
Th' abomination of the Pagan lands,
By God unblam'd and unforbidden stands.
Still Ashtaroth's high temples might arise,
And Milcom's guiltless altars fill the skies
Worship to Chemosh, and to Baal pray;
Groves and high places had uncensur'd been,
Nor had the vot'ries there committed sin;
For since they worship'd not more Gods supreme,
They are acquitted by the Arian scheme.
The Pagan realms were not so dark of mind,
Nor were Judæa's sons so dull and blind,
As to believe their Gods of wood and stone,
Were Gods supreme; nor could they stupid own,
That idol-making artists did apply
Their tools, to carve the Deity most high.
Egypt, at least thy sons could never think,
That in the Nile they us'd their God to drink,
Nor in their savoury leeks and onions eat
The God supreme, and made him daily meat.
Repeat and reinforce the first command ,
Which by th' Almighty plainly was design'd,
Most strictly to oblige all human kind,
From him estrang'd, and much to idols prone,
To pay divine respect to him alone.
To make them wholly on his care depend,
To him their pray'rs, to him their praises send,
Prostrate alone before his throne to fall,
And only on his awful name to call:
That empty idols they might not adore,
Fear their displeasure, or their help implore,
Should not for gifts divine on them rely,
Nor for their favour and protection cry,
Nor to their mercy for salvation fly.
Left the sole service of th' Eternal Mind,
And set up various under-deities,
And to the worship and belief of these,
That then prevail'd, th' Almighty had regard,
And by his first command their progress bar'd.
This was th' idolatry, that God design'd
His law against; for we no other find,
Since none did more divinities revere,
As Gods supreme, but as of lower sphere,
Subordinate and of inferior race,
Gods by their office and vicegerent's place.
As with th' Apostle's sentiments compar'd.
“Sitting upon a throne uplifted high,
“And of his robe the borders spread abroad
“Magnificent o'er all the temple flow'd:
“The seraphim, attendants on the throne,
“Above in order stood, and every one
“Had twice three wings, he hid his face with two,
“With two his feet, and with a pair he flew:
“These seraphim, that swift his will obey'd,
“To one another cry'd aloud, and said,
“O holy, holy, holy, Lord of hosts,
“Thy glory fills the earth's remotest coasts.
That here the mention'd Lord is God most high;
Who oft to prophets, seated on a throne,
Awful appear'd, as sacred pages own.
That this great person was the Saviour Lord,
Whose glory in his trance the prophet saw,
And of him spoke with reverential awe.
Then he must shew an inbred strong desire
To deviate from the truth, that shall require
Yet clearer evidence, to prove the Word
Is God supreme, of Lords th' Almighty Lord.
The wonderful, the Counsellor he's nam'd,
The mighty God, whose being cannot cease,
E'erlasting Father, and the Prince of peace.
In these united appellations see
Asserted clear our Lord's Divinity:
To the most high, was never once assign'd
To any creature of the noblest kind.
So everlasting and eternal claim
The same construction, and are still the same:
For everlasting in the Scripture-phrase,
Denotes a being that for ever was:
And the name us'd for Christ was us'd for none
But great Jehovah, God supreme alone,
Nor to express a creature is it known.
On evidence that cannot err rely;
The God of truth this mystery has reveal'd,
Who his own nature only knows, conceal'd
From all in heaven and earth; for who can find
God to Perfection out, a boundless mind?
The mode of consubstantial can be known.
As God's acknowledged attributes appear,
Which like his nature far surpass the reach
Of human reason at its utmost stretch.
See, we divine ubiquity defend,
But who can this perfection comprehend?
What mind of this can just ideas boast,
Where all imagination's force is lost?
How can an incorporeal simple god
Not form'd of parts be vastly spread abroad?
And if he were diffus'd, we must allow,
That such expansion could no limits know:
Now an expansion ignorant of bounds
The most extensive faculty confounds.
From all, who patronize the Arian cause,
Does God an out-spread under-stratum place,
That still sustains and under-props all space,
Which with him co-extends its empty face.
When metaphysick you, you say, reject?
Howe'er those words, with which you us upbraid
Your selves use freely, when you want their aid,
As shall hereafter be apparent made.
Person, Subsistence, Consubstantial, these
Are terms scholastick, which your ear displease,
Because not Scripture-phrase; yet you apply
The term Substratum to the Deity;
A word as foreign to the Scripture-stile,
As a West-Indian from an Eastern isle.
And spread forth God a stratum under space,
And by inept philosophy would fain
Th' Almighty's vast immensity explain,
Must lame, confus'd and dark ideas teach,
While they the object own above their reach.
How despicably weak great masters are?
What children learned Sages, when they dare
Adventure to unfold infinity,
And make their scholars omnipresence see?
They are as much unable to express,
Of which an explanation none can give,
And no conception form but negative.
They have of this no just idea got,
Nor tell us what it is, but what 'tis not.
Without beginning and without an end?
To represent its nature if we chuse
The constant Now, or long succession use,
See, what amazing difficulties stand,
What heights, what depths affright on either hand?
Succession, which still grows before our thought,
And multiplies, th' idea can't promote:
For unconfin'd succession must suppose
Parts infinite, which reason overthrows.
But if we grant the celebrated Now,
Which ever stands unmoveable, then how
Does time unmangled in its rapid race
Roll off from vast duration's stagnant face?
Who can an image form of present vast,
Exclusive of all future and all past?
Who can produce conceptions in the mind
Of two eternities by time disjoin'd,
Unlimited duration does divide,
Æquator-like into two hemispheres,
Of which each section equally appears
To man's conception wide and unconfin'd,
One past eternity, and one behind?
Now does not this surpass all reason's reach,
As much as when our Christian doctors teach,
Guided by sacred revelation's light,
That three distinguished in one God unite?
Nor can the wit of man with more success
Explain th' Eternal Mind's Almightiness:
Now God's intrinsick nature, 'tis agreed,
Our comprehension farther must exceed.
We therefore should, with pure and ardent zeal,
Maintain whate'er he pleases to reveal
Of his own essence, tho' we cannot show
How what's reveal'd can possibly be so.
Should not conceive a being unconfin'd
By space or time, nor objects comprehend,
Which all created faculties transcend.
Socinian leaders to this task apply?
Let them these wond'rous attributes unfold,
And by good proof and evidence uphold
A scheme, where we these mysteries clear may see,
And chiefly this of vast eternity;
And we in turn will undertake to show,
How they the manner may as clearly know
Of three in one, you'll stile them as you please,
Distinctions, persons or subsistences.
But if they cannot this hard task sustain,
Unjustly they our faith divine arraign,
For lofty truths, which reason's reach defy.
If we exert our force, our sinews strain,
T' unfold th' Almighty's attributes in vain,
Can we his nature infinite explain?
Presumptuous proud philosophers pretend,
To search unfathom'd depths, to comprehend
Unmeasurable breadths, and aim to climb
Heights for angelick labour too sublime.
Audacious Sect, can you a Gulph explore
Unconscious of a bottom or a shore?
A being of unbounded excellence,
Who knows no center nor circumference?
Should it be granted, that a finite mind
Could fully grasp an object unconfin'd,
And of th' Almighty equal thoughts enjoy,
It would th' idea of a God destroy.
Ask us th' Eternal's nature to explain,
Unfold the union of the sacred Three,
And make it with philosophy agree.
Do you, who forc'd by reason's light believe,
That some things are, tho' reason can't conceive
How they should be, to us the freedom grant
Of doing thus, when we that favour want.
Claim'd with the God supreme equality:
Nor did he that high dignity disown,
But had he not been God, he must have shown,
They grossly had mistaken what he meant;
For this became a sacred prophet, sent
To teach men truth, and error to prevent.
Or else he can't so much as be allow'd
To be a Man with probity endow'd;
Who language us'd adapted to deceive
The hearer, and induce him to believe,
That he his real deity aver'd,
Nor would inform them rightly when they err'd.
Let Arians then, with this dilemma prest,
Embrace the question's side, that pleases best;
They must assert more Gods supreme than one,
Th' Almighty Father and th' Almighty Son;
Or that in substance they must be the same,
And but distinct in person and in name.
The blest Redeemer's attributes divine:
They now at Scripture's high tribunal stand,
And tryal with disdainful airs demand,
Their cause, they stretch them on the critick's rack,
And wrest them, till concessions they extort
Their Anti-christian doctrines to support.
But if they find their arts evasive fail,
And that o'er light reveal'd they can't prevail,
Of books inspir'd the sentence they defy
Appeal to Scripture, and from Scripture fly.
The disputants compell'd to change the field,
Breath new defiance, arms offensive wield
Form'd in the schools, and against scripture bring
Vain reasons from the nature of the thing;
Of which our reason cannot judge, for here
Whene'er it acts, it acts above its sphere,
While they illusive metaphysicks use,
They geometrick rules as well might chuse;
Euclid to fix redemption's scheme apply,
And revelation by the compass try.
With which th' Almighty did the mind endow
To shew us moral precepts by its light,
And how of objects fit to judge aright;
But let it not attempt forbidden flight.
Tis lost, if yet on farther search resolv'd,
It is in vast immensity involv'd.
While Arians quit the sacred books, the rules
Of faith, and fly for shelter to the schools,
Unscriptural distinctions they create,
One God supreme and one subordinate;
A ruler one by independent right,
A Vice-god one by delegated might;
A subject, finite, creature-deity,
Who might, if that should please his maker, see
Corruption, and for ever cease to be.
Thus they imagine two eternals, one,
Who had beginning, one who ne'er begun,
A God by nature this, by office that.
Tho' now some leaders are so hardy grown,
That they the Son will God by nature own,
But in a sense equivocal they use
That term, and thus ev'n cautious ears amuse.
And thus God's nature metaphysical
And relative, a diff'rence hid to all
Past writers, is by art scholastick made
The force of Scripture-doctrine to evade.
See, how the foes to nice distinctions fly,
And on the schoolmens cobweb strength rely,
While their opposers shameless they upbraid,
That they depend on metaphysick aid,
And that with terms of learning they abound,
Terms in the sacred volumes never found.
That can these slipp'ry disputants restrain,
Who mock all faith in words, all tests defy,
And treach'rous turn our language to a lie.
With the words God, Eternal, Nature, they
Thus in important subjects wanton play,
And faithless from that sense and meaning break,
Which custom here authentick makes them speak.
Who clearly have discovered all again
Long since made known, and with sharp sight explore,
And find new worlds of knowledge, which before
Arius their prince, and chiefs of Arian tast
Had publish'd plain so many ages past!
To reason's new or stronger evidence.
Thus Arius from his grave does daring rise,
Once more in arms the catholick defies,
And with his vanquish'd forces takes the field,
But does no fresh, nor keener weapons wield?
Nor has he more or braver troops enroll'd
To spread his empire, and his pow'r uphold,
Than those he us'd, who by superior might
Routed a thousand times were put to flight:
Hence we our conquests only can repeat,
And o'er and o'er his beaten forces beat.
He in the form of God existing, thought
He shew'd no arrogance, nor robb'ry wrought
A servant's form, and his high throne for sook,
And made mankind with scorn upon him look:
And now behold, obedient he became
To death, ev'n of the cross, to death and shame.
Now while the form of God plain texts oppose
To that of servant, this undoubted shows,
That Christ was real God, e'er time began,
In the same sense, that he was real man.
Nature divine to him must be allow'd,
As he with human nature was endow'd:
The word, which form is render'd, signifies
The real nature, and the thing implies.
Tis an idea of distinguish'd sort,
And more than mere appearance does import
Or show, whence in the form of God to be,
Is understood, to be the deity.
If we another way their sense expound:
Who being of the form of God possess'd,
That is, was God himself for ever bless'd,
And therefore might his glories all display'd,
An entrance to the world triumphant made;
Yet, when confest in flesh, chose to decline
The shew of pow'r and majesty divine;
And low himself debas'd, veil'd and conceal'd
His bright immortal beauties, not reveal'd
His dignity, nor greatness spread abroad,
But emptied, as it were, himself of God,
And of a servant did the form assume,
Or, what's the same, did real man become.
This text, that does the form of God oppose
To that of man, with light convincing shows,
That Christ was real God, as he was real man.
What will the Arian sophists here invent,
To break the force of this clear argument,
Criticks, who like the demons of the air,
The ministers of darkness, mists prepare
And fogs of gloomy glosses, which display
Invented night, to stifle Scripture-day?
The shining forth of uncreated light,
The image of his person most express;
Which likeness and distinction must confess.
Here to what refuge will opposers fly?
Will they some words expunge, or some supply,
Or change their order, stops, or all deny?
Or the whole Arian scheme will be destroy'd,
Which owns another like th' eternal mind,
A god that's form'd, and of the creature kind.
Them, like his own, a glorious fashion take,
By the great pow'r, by which he can subdue
Ev'n all things to himself: Then Christ can do
All things, and then must be omnipotent,
And therefore God supreme, as here is meant.
What will reply our masters of defence,
Wresters of texts, and foes of obvious sense,
Explainers, who imagin'd doubts to solve,
In studied darkness Scripture-light involve?
Howbeit, when to God you strangers were,
You serv'd them, who no gods by nature are.
Now how are they determin'd not to know,
And what unfeeling hardness do they show,
Who wrapt in black judicial Arian night
Cannot perceive so full, so strong a light?
What words can set it in a clearer view,
That worship, strictly call'd divine, is due
To God by nature, and to him alone ?
But Christ as such did Arians never own,
Till some, who proudly on their wit depend,
And fond in disputation to defend
Points most absurd, now so presumptuous grow,
That they this bulwark hope to overthrow.
By violence plain Scripture to suppress,
Break thro' all bounds of modesty, and fly
To ignominious shifts, and thus reply.
That Christ is God by nature, we believe,
Since he from God, his maker, did receive
That nature, which this creature qualified
As prince o'er subject empires to preside,
With borrow'd subaltern authority;
And thus a Scripture-god by nature see,
Who from deriv'd dominion such is stil'd,
And they who worship him are undefil'd.
No longer let these Arian leaders blame
Th' Ignatian faithless priest, that truth betrays
By double meanings and ambiguous phrase.
The bold assaults of heresy endure,
And all the force of party-rage defy,
If this be all their champions can reply.
Those wits, endow'd with strange expounding parts,
Place all their hopes in known evasive arts,
Who hardy undertake, when close persu'd,
Thus Anti-arian to elude.
The sacred volumes, and by force explain
The Scriptures, thus against all reason's laws,
That they compell'd may serve th' expounder's cause,
All evidence, all certainty is gone,
Nothing can be discover'd, nothing known:
Again thy school, exploded Pyrrho, thrives,
And Grecia's new academy revives.
By which no longer truth can be convey'd,
While every reader may a right assert,
By fraud or force their meaning to pervert.
But this is light and reason to deride,
Nor to confute, but mock the adverse side:
Thus they insult us with despotick sway,
And bid us to their judgments rev'rence pay,
Renounce our own, and their decrees obey.
Those, who for truth unfeign'd enquiry make,
In points important to prevent mistake,
Should mind, how Arian wits equivocate,
And shuffle, thro' the whole of this debate.
They say they do, but say it to deceive;
But one inferior, made, who that great name
Does by his high vicarious office claim.
Th' equivocators likewise will allow,
That Christ is real, proper God; but how?
Why he is proper God, and truly so,
By the deputed pow'rs, that on him flow
From the great God, the independent Spring
Of all dominion, and of kings the King.
That Christ is God by nature, some will say,
But own it in a strain'd persidious way
Explain'd before; nor will they disagreee
To the blest Saviour Christ's eternity;
But then they mean, that none the point can state,
Or fix the time, when God did Christ create;
Or that, since time with the made world begun,
And first with rolling orbs his race did run,
Before creation and all time he was,
Thus fast and loose they faithless play with words,
To shun the light plain evidence affords;
They artful give, to strengthen their defence,
To catholick expressions Arian sense:
Nor can the strongest demonstration's chain
These shifting, loose, inconstant wits restrain,
For still the Arian Proteus, to escape,
Varies at pleasure his illusive shape,
No more your thoughts in doubtful phrase express;
Your meaning to conceal no longer fence
With labour'd shifts, and words of double sense:
Throw off the mask, and lay disguises by,
No more entrench'd in terms ambiguous lie,
Nor to maim'd texts and far fetch'd glosses flie.
And no unjust and treach'rous weapons wield;
Away with subtile artifice, appear
In a true light, and dare to be sincere,
For truth is bold, and ignorant of fear.
Affect not darkness, no school-language use,
Nor men with vain philosophy amuse.
Dismiss collusion, scorn the juggler's art,
And act an undissembled open part.
No more with words equivocal deceive;
But speak out plainly, whether you beleive
That the blest Lord by Christian realms obey'd
Is God supreme, or but a being made.
The principles, as to the world is known,
Which God the Son undeify, you own:
Nor say he is a creature, nor deny;
Who cannot see your coward reason why?
And wary thence in speculation grows,
Who to be sase, along the breezy shore
Runs on smooth water, nor will with his oar
And feeble bark adventure to explore
The boundless deep, where terrify'd he'll find
Surges and whirl-pools of amazing kind,
Split on the rocks, or drive before the wind.
A HYMN TO CHRIST the Redeemer.
Of pow'r and goodness unconfin'd possest!
Vital effulgence, emanation bright,
Pure and immortal, from the source of light!
Of self-existent glory, filial stream,
That necessary flows, not caus'd, from thee
O Blissful Fountain of the Deity!
Who thee in might and majesty excells,
In whom the fulness of the God-head dwells
Unspeakable, thou image full of grace,
And clear expression of the Father's face?
Where worlds did yet in non-existence sleep,
And the dark walks of solitary night,
Pregnant became by thy creative might.
Matter yet formless, crude and unrefin'd,
And the primæval seeds of various kind,
Did from the gulphs unfathomable hear
Thy voice, and rising from the void appear.
Thy hands the skies with orbs illustrious fill'd,
And push'd them on with such impulsive force,
As gave them their unerring endless course.
As thou didst heav'ns unmeasur'd fields extend,
Thou didst the pond'rous earth in air suspend:
At thy command the mountains rear'd their heads;
And confluent waters sought their central beds.
Thou spak'st, and up the groves embattled stood,
And thro' the meadow ran the mazy flood;
Thou badst dark vapours rise and spread the sky,
And gav'st to winds their breath and wings to fly:
Thy hands the flats and airy downs display'd;
Thou the vast world, and all things there hast made:
Seraphick pow'rs and potentates divine,
And chiefs, that clad in robes immortal shine,
Thrones and dominions, being to thee owe;
From thee their bliss and high perfections flow:
And low adoring bow before thy throne.
These glorious beings, who in heav'n abide,
Or guardians o'er terrestial realms preside,
Bright envoys wing'd with flame, at thy command,
Fly swift from heav'n to earth, from land to land,
To drive malignant demons of the air,
Protect thy people their peculiar care,
And guard each sacred house of praise and pray'r.
E'er ambient skies the finish'd world embrac'd,
E'er yet the lucid orbs did roll sublime,
Or to aerial heights the mountains climb,
Before thro' heav'ns unfolded gates the Sun
Sprung like a mighty giant forth, to run
His destin'd race, or new-born time display'd
His untry'd wings, and his first flight essay'd,
And in his bosom hadst thy blest abode.
Did disobedient from the rule depart
Prescrib'd by heav'n, and by that bold offence
Fell from his blissful state of innocence,
And did by guilt omnipotence provoke,
Thou, from his head to turn the threaten'd stroke,
Didst gracious interpose, resolv'd to pay
His ransom, and uplifted vengeance stay,
Thou, to effect thy merciful decree,
Didst condescend to veil thy majesty,
And quit thy robes, that to an angel's sight
Display'd thro' heav'n unsufferable light.
Thou didst from marks of dignity refrain,
Fold up thy bright unmeasurable train
Immortal pomp and equipage divine.
Thou, whom the heav'n of heav'ns could not contain,
Who didst for ever unmolested reign,
Enthron'd on tow'rs sublime of convex sky,
Wast in the glorious form of God most high,
And didst no robb'ry, no presumption see,
In owning with him thy equality;
Yet gracious, for a hardy rebel's sake,
Thou didst the form of man a servant take,
And humbly didst submit to bear the loss,
Of life, extended on a shameful cross:
Amazing instance of benevolence!
Unfathomable depths and heights immense
Of goodness! mercy ignorant of bounds!
And condescension, which all thought confounds!
In long array on heav'ns high frontier-line,
And stoop with eager eyes, to see, and trace
This mystic scheme, this miracle of grace.
With human nature didst embodied dwell:
The dumb, by thee grown vocal, grateful prais'd
Thy mighty pow'r; and creeping cripples rais'd
In joyful dances loud extoll'd thy name,
And men, when thou hadst quench'd their fever's flame,
Now burn'd with zeal to propagate thy fame.
The blind, by thee freed from coeval night,
Thee the first object saw, thou Lord of light;
The slumb'ring dead heard and obey'd thy call,
While death's unweildy chains asunder fall.
And with thy orb adorn Judea's skies,
Whence by thy lustre, heat and influence,
Thou didst ten thousand benefits dispense.
The land around, from thy prolifick beams
Receiving life, with blest productions teems,
A godlike offspring from celestial feed,
Which genial dews from heav'n descending feed.
Thy conqu'ring rays put gloomy shades to flight,
And o'er the realms diffus'd reviving light,
Which issuing from a burst of glory, blest
The lands, from pole to pole, from east to west.
The nations, long with darkness overspread,
Saw truth immortal rear her starry head,
And now by thee inlightned glad embrac'd
Her heavenly precepts, in their minds defac'd.
And cast their crowns and scepters at thy feet:
The judges of the earth thy aid implore,
And laurel'd victors vanquish'd thee adore:
The purple pow'rs, that Rome's proud scepter sway'd,
And who their chains on captive princes laid,
Receive thy milder yoke, revere thy throne,
And, to encrease thy empire, add their own:
An empire, which thy armies did not gain,
Not purchas'd by the blood of thousands slain,
But by thy own; an empire o'er the mind
Erected, and for heavenly ends design'd.
Thus thou thy royal portion didst possess,
And with just laws thy willing people bless;
Thou gracious didst advance to dignity
Sublime thy vo'tries from their low degree,
Who firm on thy unerring word rely,
That soon an endless kingdom shall be theirs,
Of thy salvation uncontested heirs.
Thou here on earth thy glory didst debase;
That he restor'd might God's lost smiles regain,
Thou didst his frowns and dreadful wrath sustain;
And life eternal for him to procure,
Didst ignominious painful death endure.
Thou, wondrous! didst become a man of woe
And care, and didst with grief familiar grow,
That he might joy and endless pleasure know.
Thou wast insulted and expos'd to scorn,
Spit on and scourg'd, and with a crown of thorn
That midst celestial angels introduc'd
Men honours might enjoy that never end,
Triumph in bliss, and regal thrones ascend.
That forc'd by strength immortal did resign
Their three days tenant, which event renown'd
Thy miracles and all thy wonders crown'd;
Did of thy doctrine full belief create,
Of resurrection and the future state:
Then thou, great conqueror, thro' the steepy skies
Didst to the court of heav'n triumphant rise,
With Satan's spoils in glorious combat gain'd,
And sin and death reluctant captives chain'd;
Then guarded by a bright seraphick band,
Sat'st down enthron'd sublime on God's right hand,
And, to ascertain their salvation, plead
The meritorious labours of thy life,
Thy suff'rings on the cross, and dying strife;
Nor to the throne of God dost thou forbear
To offer up the incense of their pray'r.
Such suff'rings felt, and such redemption brought,
Let the whole world combin'd extoll his name,
And in loud anthems celebrate his fame.
Ye rivers, that refresh the meads, rejoice,
Ye cataracts and floods, lift up your voice,
In concert all your various sounds employ,
And praise the Saviour with confederate Joy.
Ye wide spread seas, with all your noisy waves,
Repell'd from rocks to rocks, from caves to caves,
In silence to the creeks and havens creep.
Praise him, ye winds, that ventilate the air,
Shove floating rafts of clouds, and vig'rous bear
Black furnaces, where vengeance ripening lies,
The terror of the earth and labour of the skies.
Praise him each vapour, that to heav'n aspires,
Praise him, ye shooting stars and lambent fires:
Ye storms of thunder, with your awful sound
Make his loud praises ring in peals around.
Bold to the blazing sun undaunted rise,
And face his glory with undazled eyes.
Ye princes of the feather'd nations, raise
To heav'n, as you ascend, the Saviour's praise;
And all ye num'rous flying brotherhoods,
That roust in rocks and hills, or seek the floods,
Salute the rising sun, and you that rove
From clime to clime, that high uplifted sing,
Or sweep the ouzy shore with easy wing,
Joyn'd with your chiefs, that dwell sublime in air,
Of praising Christ, the Lord, the honour share.
Embroil the deep, and tides before you shove,
Lords of the wat'ry world, who lawless reign
O'er all the scaly clans, that range the main,
Let from your heads your native engines play,
Elastick spout whole seas up, and convey
To Christ your praises, and your tribute pay.
And you mute people, who your dwelling make
The running river or the standing lake,
With all the ocean's finny tribes combin'd,
For this great concert vocal organs find.
At once adorn'd, ye complicated bowers
Of myrtle smelling sweet, ye trees renown'd,
That weep pure tears, or with rich sweat abound,
And spicy woods, to him your odours bring,
And all your incense offer to your King;
Ye cedars, which to heights aerial climb,
To him adoring bow your heads sublime.
Sleep in their dens, and hunt by night their prey,
The Saviour Lord with roaring voice confess,
And with loud praises shake the wilderness.
On castled backs whole hosts encamp'd in air,
Flourish your iv'ry arms, and trunks prodigious wave:
And you proud lords of the swift-footed kind,
Who rapid leave the labouring storm behind,
When o'er the plains you fly, adoring low,
Your lofty groves of arboring antlets bow.
Ye wooly flocks, that cloath the mountain's side,
Ye fair-horn'd herds, the verdant vally's pride,
Ye various inmates of the shady woods,
All ye, that now the fields and now the floods
Amphibious seek; and thou vast crocodile,
Prince of this doubtful race, that dost the Nile
And land by turns frequent, your voices raise,
To celebrate the great Redeemer's praise.
Who lead his armies, or his throne surround,
To see the Saviour born, did eager fly,
All subjects of his spreading empire, sing
Loud hallelujahs, and extol your King:
And let all nature, which did sickning pine
At Adam's fall, in joyful praises join,
To bless her Lord, who ready and unsought,
Plenteous redemption to his offspring brought.
Who such salvation wondrous have acquir'd,
Salvation undeserv'd, and not desir'd,
Should in extatick strains of praise combine,
And rival heav'n's blest choir in songs divine.
Ye various pow'rs, who call upon his name,
Advance his glory, and divulge his fame;
And by his people thro' the earth dispers'd,
With confluent voices be his praise rehears'd.
Where guardian angels are attendants found,
In this blest work their pious ardor spend,
And to their Saviour hallow'd anthems send;
Let their loud songs the sacred temples fill,
Ring thro' the vale, and eccho thro' the hill;
Let their united acclamations rise,
While these extatick accents reach the skies:
Salvation, empire, majesty and might,
Thanksgiving, pow'r and glory infinite,
To him, who sits high on his throne in heav'n,
And to the Lamb of God, be ever giv'n.
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