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A Row of glorious Worthies then shall reign,
Defend Judea, and her Right maintain.
Tho' wicked Kings shall harm thy race and Thee,
Thy Seed shall rise, like Rocks above the Sea.
To root thee out, tho' a whole World combine,
No human Forces can resist Divine.
Commanding Judah shall her Sceptre bear,
And rule till Promis'd Shilo, shall appear.
The Promis'd Shilo, the Mysterious King
Who gave thee Birth, from thy bright Loyns shall spring:
The bending Clouds he shall unseen divide,
And, without grief, leave his great Father's side.
Whilst Angels gaze, whilst all the Spirits above,
And God himself shall wonder at his Love.
No Heav'nly Sings the Deity proclaims,
No Arms, no Lightning, no avenging Flames.
So good he comes, so humble and so mild,
Not like a Thunderer, but like a Child.
Then Eden's Garden shall again Display
It's Beaut'ous Beams, and make Eternal day.
Then happy Man immortal Fruit shall see,
And, without danger, tast the Second Tree.
He spake. Vast Joy did David's heart invade;
He took his Lyre, and Wondrously he plaid
Of wondrous Mercy: No unchast Desire
Did the great Poet's Heav'nly Thoughts inspire.
He Sung; nor could Bersaba now Beguile,
His Lute or Hearts-Strings; with an Am'rous smile.
To God his Lute resourds, to God alike
His Lute and Heart in equal Numbers strike.
Defend Judea, and her Right maintain.
Tho' wicked Kings shall harm thy race and Thee,
Thy Seed shall rise, like Rocks above the Sea.
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No human Forces can resist Divine.
Commanding Judah shall her Sceptre bear,
And rule till Promis'd Shilo, shall appear.
The Promis'd Shilo, the Mysterious King
Who gave thee Birth, from thy bright Loyns shall spring:
The bending Clouds he shall unseen divide,
And, without grief, leave his great Father's side.
Whilst Angels gaze, whilst all the Spirits above,
And God himself shall wonder at his Love.
No Heav'nly Sings the Deity proclaims,
No Arms, no Lightning, no avenging Flames.
So good he comes, so humble and so mild,
Not like a Thunderer, but like a Child.
Then Eden's Garden shall again Display
It's Beaut'ous Beams, and make Eternal day.
Then happy Man immortal Fruit shall see,
And, without danger, tast the Second Tree.
He spake. Vast Joy did David's heart invade;
He took his Lyre, and Wondrously he plaid
Of wondrous Mercy: No unchast Desire
Did the great Poet's Heav'nly Thoughts inspire.
He Sung; nor could Bersaba now Beguile,
His Lute or Hearts-Strings; with an Am'rous smile.
To God his Lute resourds, to God alike
His Lute and Heart in equal Numbers strike.
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