 | Collected poems of Samuel Davies : 1723-1761 |  |
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Pious Breathings amidst general Wickedness and Desolation.
Isaiah xxxii, 13–19. Common Metre.
I
While in a thousand open'd VeinsContending Nations bleed,
While Bri'rs and Thorns on blooming Plains
And fruitful Fields succeed;
II
While Desolation rages round,Like an o'erwhelming Flood,
Where can a Remedy be found
To stop these Streams of Blood?
III
Eternal Spirit! Source of Good!The Author of our Peace,
Pour down thine Influence, like a Flood,
On this wide Wilderness.
IV
O grant us one reviving Show'r,And let it spread afar:
Thine Influence alone can cure
The bleeding Wounds of War.
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V
Come, Thou—and then the WildernessShall bloom a Paradise,
And heav'nly Plants t' adorn and bless
O'er this wild Waste shall rise:
VI
Then Peace shall in large Rivers flow,Where Streams of Blood have run;
Then universal Love shall glow,
And all the World be one;
VII
Then num'rous Colonies shall rise,A People all Divine,
To fill the Mansions of the Skies,
And bright as Angels shine.
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