Thoughts Upon The Four Last Things Death; Judgment; Heaven; and Hell. A Poem In Four Parts. The Second Edition. To which are added, The I, CIV, and CXXXVII Psalms Paraphras'd [by Joseph Trapp] |
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PARAPHRASE Upon Psalm I. |
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PARAPHRASE Upon Psalm I.
Happy the Man, who, Innocent, and Wise,
The Pest of wicked Conversation flys;
Refuses with ungodly Men to sit;
Abhors the Guilt of irreligious Wit;
Nor shares the dark Cabals where Scoffers meet:
But meditates on God with pious Awe,
And studys, Night and Day, his sacred Law.
Still shall He thrive; still flourishing, and fair;
Like a tall Tree, that shoots its Boughs in Air
Fast by the running Stream, and ne'er deceives
Its Owner's Hopes; but spreads its verdant Leaves,
Deep fixes in the Mold it's piercing Root,
And in due Season bends with copious Fruit.
Whate'er He does still Providence shall bless,
And crown his righteous Labours with Success.
The Pest of wicked Conversation flys;
Refuses with ungodly Men to sit;
Abhors the Guilt of irreligious Wit;
Nor shares the dark Cabals where Scoffers meet:
But meditates on God with pious Awe,
And studys, Night and Day, his sacred Law.
Still shall He thrive; still flourishing, and fair;
Like a tall Tree, that shoots its Boughs in Air
Fast by the running Stream, and ne'er deceives
Its Owner's Hopes; but spreads its verdant Leaves,
Deep fixes in the Mold it's piercing Root,
And in due Season bends with copious Fruit.
Whate'er He does still Providence shall bless,
And crown his righteous Labours with Success.
A diff'rent Fate shall restless Sinners find;
Dispers'd like Chaff, before the driving Wind.
And when at last stern Justice shall appear,
All trembling they shall stand, and pale with Fear;
Nor be admitted, black with Av'rice, Lust,
And Pride, to join th'Assembly of the Just:
Who now (for God their every Action knows)
Shall take their Seats, where endless Pleasure flows;
Triumphant mingle with th'Ethereal Quire,
And reign in Light, while Sinners howl in Fire.
Dispers'd like Chaff, before the driving Wind.
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All trembling they shall stand, and pale with Fear;
Nor be admitted, black with Av'rice, Lust,
And Pride, to join th'Assembly of the Just:
Who now (for God their every Action knows)
Shall take their Seats, where endless Pleasure flows;
Triumphant mingle with th'Ethereal Quire,
And reign in Light, while Sinners howl in Fire.
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