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Mr. Cooke's Original Poems

with Imitations and Translations of Several Select Passages of the Antients, In Four Parts: To which are added Proposals For perfecting the English Language

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Psalm the 97th paraphrased.
  
  
  
  
  
  
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Psalm the 97th paraphrased.

What Bounds, O! Lord of all, confine thy Sway?
Earth know thy Ruler, and thy King obey.
Jehovah reigns; celestial Regions smile;
O! Sea rejoice; and triumph ev'ry Isle.
In thickest Darkness now his Head he shrouds,
Or in a Blaze of Glory rides on Clouds;
Where'er the God directs his rapid Flight,
Judgement and Justice wait the Prince of Light.
Before his Wrath he sends consuming Fire,
Whose Foes to Ashes turn beneath his Ire.
He, the great Soul of Light, enlighten'd all;
Earth saw, and trembled from her inmost Ball.
As the Wax melts beneath the mid-day Sun,
Before his Eye dissolv'd the Mountains run.
Superior Worlds declare his just Decree;
And his bright Glory all the Nations see.

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Deluded Mortals who have plac'd your Trust
In Gods who, like yourselves, are only Dust!
Before their Altars kneel, invoke their Pow'r;
Let them protect ye in the wrathful Hour,
Fall down ye Idols whom your Makers boast;
Fall down ye Gods before the Lord of Host.
Sion with Gladness, Lord, has hear'd thy Voice;
And Judah's Daughters in thy Truth rejoice.
High is our God, above all Worlds his Throne;
God of all Gods he sits supreme alone.
To him ye Just with Adoration bow,
And with a Zeal unfeign'd prefer the Vow;
Beneath his Care secure your Soul shall rest
Whose Hands are pure, and undefil'd your Breast;
To all your Wants he shall incline his Ear,
Disperse your Foes, and free your Mind from Fear.
In you a Portion of the God shall shine,
And bid your Actions shew the Light divine;
Gladness of Heart shall crown your ev'ry Day,
And in soft Slumbers pass the Nights away.

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Rejoice ye righteous, in the Lord rejoice;
O! ye upright lift up the grateful Voice;
His Pow'r, his Wisdom, and his Goodness, sing;
Hail him of Gods the God, of Kings the King!