Abimelech | ||
AIR.
He to whom God indulges light,
Shou'd in proportion make it shine.
Can heathen minds, involv'd in night,
Like thee discern, like thee divine?
Shou'd in proportion make it shine.
Can heathen minds, involv'd in night,
Like thee discern, like thee divine?
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But, as superior gifts are thine,
Thou shouldst superior fruit disclose.
Can you get olives from the vine,
Or from the thistle pluck the rose?
Thou shouldst superior fruit disclose.
Can you get olives from the vine,
Or from the thistle pluck the rose?
Then own thy fault with grief sincere,
And do thy bounden homage here.
And do thy bounden homage here.
Abimelech | ||