The history of The Old Testament In verse With One Hundred and Eighty sculptures: In Two Volumes. Vol. I. From the Creation to the Revolt of the Ten Tribes from the House of David. Vol. II. From that Revolt to the End of the Prophets. Written by Samuel Wesley ... The Cuts done by J. Sturt |
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 | The history of The Old Testament In verse |  |
TO THE QUEEN.
O!
Of the Royal Martyr's Sacred Race!
(Long may the Royal Martyr's Race remain!)
Equal to fill our Great Eliza's Place,
And Empires pond'rous Orb unmov'd sustain,
(Long may the Royal Martyr's Race remain!)
Equal to fill our Great Eliza's Place,
And Empires pond'rous Orb unmov'd sustain,
This humble Tribute, not unpleas'd, receive,
Which at the Footstool of Your Throne I lay:
'Tis all a grateful Loyal Heart can give,
'Tis all that I for more than Life can pay.
Which at the Footstool of Your Throne I lay:
'Tis all a grateful Loyal Heart can give,
'Tis all that I for more than Life can pay.
Not but the Sacred Truths these Leaves contain,
Are Treasures for the greatest Prince's Breast:
The Gems are right, tho' I their Lustre stain,
The Gold, tho' rudely stamp'd, will bear the Test.
Are Treasures for the greatest Prince's Breast:
The Gems are right, tho' I their Lustre stain,
The Gold, tho' rudely stamp'd, will bear the Test.
I sing the Loves of the first Happy Pair,
While Paradise their smiling Hours employ'd;
Remov'd from Want, remov'd from jealous Care,
A State the Vertuous-Few have since enjoy'd.
While Paradise their smiling Hours employ'd;
Remov'd from Want, remov'd from jealous Care,
A State the Vertuous-Few have since enjoy'd.
How Sin and Men increas'd, what Fate surpriz'd,
What Worlds of Water wash'd their Crimes away;
While righteous NOAH, whom they once despis'd,
Secure within his floating Castle lay.
What Worlds of Water wash'd their Crimes away;
While righteous NOAH, whom they once despis'd,
Secure within his floating Castle lay.
By Wonders rescu'd, and by Wonders fed,
How Israel trac'd the sandy Desarts o're;
What Laws their Saviour fix'd, when them he led
To promis'd Seats, and Canaan's happy Shore.
How Israel trac'd the sandy Desarts o're;
What Laws their Saviour fix'd, when them he led
To promis'd Seats, and Canaan's happy Shore.
What Force and Fraud oppos'd their rising State,
What Angels on their side embattel'd stood:
While hov'ring Death did for its Quarry wait,
And ancient Kishon drew a purple Flood.
What Angels on their side embattel'd stood:
While hov'ring Death did for its Quarry wait,
And ancient Kishon drew a purple Flood.
But who the fore-most stands in Glory's Race?
The Great in Arms, Abinoam's God-like Son!
Tho' Great in Arms he thought it no Disgrace,
At Deb'rah's Feet to throw the Spoils he won.
The Great in Arms, Abinoam's God-like Son!
Tho' Great in Arms he thought it no Disgrace,
At Deb'rah's Feet to throw the Spoils he won.
What joyous Triumphs, and what Songs of Praise,
From neighb'ring Tabor's verdant Tops resound!
Tabor, which higher seem'd its Head to raise,
With native Garlands, and with Laurels crown'd.
From neighb'ring Tabor's verdant Tops resound!
Tabor, which higher seem'd its Head to raise,
With native Garlands, and with Laurels crown'd.
Such Trophies, oft, nor is the Presage vain,
I see your happy rising Years shall meet;
Till every haughty Sisera is slain,
And Jabin's self shall tumble at your Feet.
I see your happy rising Years shall meet;
Till every haughty Sisera is slain,
And Jabin's self shall tumble at your Feet.
So fall thy Foes, just Heav'n! thy Pow'r confess'd,
By those thy injur'd Goodness dare withstand;
While Israel's with thy strong Salvation bless'd,
And Peace, and Plenty crown thy Fav'rite Land.
By those thy injur'd Goodness dare withstand;
While Israel's with thy strong Salvation bless'd,
And Peace, and Plenty crown thy Fav'rite Land.
So prays, Your Majesty's Most Loyal, and most Obedient
Subject and Servant, S. WESLEY.
| The history of The Old Testament In verse | |