The history of The Old Testament In verse With One Hundred and Eighty sculptures: In Two Volumes. Vol. I. From the Creation to the Revolt of the Ten Tribes from the House of David. Vol. II. From that Revolt to the End of the Prophets. Written by Samuel Wesley ... The Cuts done by J. Sturt |
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 | The history of The Old Testament In verse |  |
C. Judges, Chap. VI. Ver. 36. to the End.
Gideon's Expostulation. The Miracle of the Fleece.
Forgetful
Israel soon agen offends,
And soon their angry God his Judgments sends:
O're all the Land wild Midian's Offspring pours,
An Epidemic Plague, like Locusts, all devours:
To Caves and Dens th'affrighted Hebrews run,
Entomb themselves alive their Death to shun:
Nor long unmov'd the Father at their Cries,
At his Command an Angel cleaves the Skies;
Beneath a spatious Oak at Ophrah stays,
And to the thoughtful Gideon thus he says:
—Brave Man! secure of Fate, and Aid divine!
No Danger canst thou fear, for God is thine.
He thus—If God be ours, as once we thought,
Where are those Wonders he in Egypt wrought?
Are all our Moses's, all our Joshua's gone,
Our Othniel's, and our Ehud's? Are there none
To Heir their Virtues, that we still must bear
The Heathens Yoke, and of Relief despair?
—Yes—one there is, says God, and thou art he:
Go then, in this thy Might, thy Country free!
With Reformation he the Wars begins,
He knew their strongest Foes were Israel's Sins:
Baal's helpless Altar to the Ground he throws,
And fells the Grove which near his Altar grows:
Inspir'd, the Trumpet takes, and blew a Blast,
Which first thro' Ophrah's narrow Confines pass'd:
It pass'd thro' Abiezer's utmost bound;
Glad Israel hears, and gathers to the Sound:
From double-trib'd Manasseh thousands run,
From distant Asher, and from Zebulun.
When Gideon thus did Israel's God address,
And humbly asks an Omen of Success.
And soon their angry God his Judgments sends:
O're all the Land wild Midian's Offspring pours,
An Epidemic Plague, like Locusts, all devours:
To Caves and Dens th'affrighted Hebrews run,
Entomb themselves alive their Death to shun:
Nor long unmov'd the Father at their Cries,
At his Command an Angel cleaves the Skies;
Beneath a spatious Oak at Ophrah stays,
And to the thoughtful Gideon thus he says:
—Brave Man! secure of Fate, and Aid divine!
No Danger canst thou fear, for God is thine.
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Where are those Wonders he in Egypt wrought?
Are all our Moses's, all our Joshua's gone,
Our Othniel's, and our Ehud's? Are there none
To Heir their Virtues, that we still must bear
The Heathens Yoke, and of Relief despair?
—Yes—one there is, says God, and thou art he:
Go then, in this thy Might, thy Country free!
With Reformation he the Wars begins,
He knew their strongest Foes were Israel's Sins:
Baal's helpless Altar to the Ground he throws,
And fells the Grove which near his Altar grows:
Inspir'd, the Trumpet takes, and blew a Blast,
Which first thro' Ophrah's narrow Confines pass'd:
It pass'd thro' Abiezer's utmost bound;
Glad Israel hears, and gathers to the Sound:
From double-trib'd Manasseh thousands run,
From distant Asher, and from Zebulun.
When Gideon thus did Israel's God address,
And humbly asks an Omen of Success.
If one so mean thy People must defend,
O let the Dew on my sole Fleece descend!
'Tis done—the Grass and Floor around are dry;
Agen the Hero, Heav'n presumes to try:
Upon his Fleece no drop of moisture found,
While Sheets of Silver Dew spread all the ambient Ground.
O let the Dew on my sole Fleece descend!
'Tis done—the Grass and Floor around are dry;
Agen the Hero, Heav'n presumes to try:
Upon his Fleece no drop of moisture found,
While Sheets of Silver Dew spread all the ambient Ground.
| The history of The Old Testament In verse | |