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Psalm 2. v. 12.
Kiss the Son, lest He be angry, &c.
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Psalm 2. v. 12. Kiss the Son, lest He be angry, &c.
Heav'n will not still th' Obdurate Rebel spare,
It suffers long, but will not always bear:
Sin grows so pond'rous in its perfect State,
Almighty Patience sinks beneath its Weight:
Rejected Love do's deadly Hate presage,
And Goodness scorn'd proves unrelenting Rage.
Rebel repent, and to thy God submit,
Cast down thy Self and Weapons at his Feet;
To his Imperial Throne due Homage pay,
Allegiance swear, and his just Laws obey;
Lest when his Kindness to Displeasure turns,
And his hot Breast with Indignation burns,
He should thy tremb'ling Limbs in Pieces tear,
And make thy guilty Soul his Terrors bear,
Terrors surpassing all that Man can fear.
It suffers long, but will not always bear:
Sin grows so pond'rous in its perfect State,
Almighty Patience sinks beneath its Weight:
Rejected Love do's deadly Hate presage,
And Goodness scorn'd proves unrelenting Rage.
Rebel repent, and to thy God submit,
Cast down thy Self and Weapons at his Feet;
To his Imperial Throne due Homage pay,
Allegiance swear, and his just Laws obey;
Lest when his Kindness to Displeasure turns,
And his hot Breast with Indignation burns,
He should thy tremb'ling Limbs in Pieces tear,
And make thy guilty Soul his Terrors bear,
Terrors surpassing all that Man can fear.
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If thy Delays long-suff'ring Heav'n incense,
And injur'd Love should arm Omnipotence
Against thy Head, say, whither wilt thou go
To scape the just, the sure, the fatal Blow?
E'er yet his Fury do's his Arm extend,
Sinner reflect, and make thy God thy Friend.
An humble contrite Heart his Favour wins,
For he will soon repent, if Man begins.
Should'st thou beneath his heavy Vengeance fall,
Who can deliver, who thy Fate recall?
Thou by his dreadful Wrath wilt be consum'd,
To Caves of Fire and Pains Immortal doom'd.
And injur'd Love should arm Omnipotence
Against thy Head, say, whither wilt thou go
To scape the just, the sure, the fatal Blow?
E'er yet his Fury do's his Arm extend,
Sinner reflect, and make thy God thy Friend.
An humble contrite Heart his Favour wins,
For he will soon repent, if Man begins.
Should'st thou beneath his heavy Vengeance fall,
Who can deliver, who thy Fate recall?
Thou by his dreadful Wrath wilt be consum'd,
To Caves of Fire and Pains Immortal doom'd.
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