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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| CCX. | CCX. 2 Chron. Chap. XVII, XVIII, XIX, XX. |
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 | The history of The Old Testament In verse |  |
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CCX. 2 Chron. Chap. XVII, XVIII, XIX, XX.
Jehoshaphat's good Reign. His Enemies discomfited, &c.
And now Jehoshaphat in Judah reigns,
His Father's Conquests stren'ously maintains:
His Father's God he serves, and him alone,
Who bless'd his People and confirm'd his Throne.
With vig'rous Mind fair Virtue's Paths he trod,
In God his Glory, his Delight in God:
From Court Itinerary Preachers sent
Instruct the Land, the Princes with 'em went:
How wide his Fame thro' Heathen Lands displaid!
Philistia, Peace, with humble Presents made,
Arabia's wand'ring Princes, Tribute paid:
No Faults but those of Goodness him disgrace,
Too closely joynd with Omri's fatal Race:
Almost too dear his new Alliance cost,
At Ramoth only not his Life he lost.
The King at his Return a Prophet meets,
And thus from angry Heav'n severely greets:
His Father's Conquests stren'ously maintains:
His Father's God he serves, and him alone,
Who bless'd his People and confirm'd his Throne.
With vig'rous Mind fair Virtue's Paths he trod,
In God his Glory, his Delight in God:
From Court Itinerary Preachers sent
Instruct the Land, the Princes with 'em went:
How wide his Fame thro' Heathen Lands displaid!
Philistia, Peace, with humble Presents made,
Arabia's wand'ring Princes, Tribute paid:
No Faults but those of Goodness him disgrace,
Too closely joynd with Omri's fatal Race:
Almost too dear his new Alliance cost,
At Ramoth only not his Life he lost.
The King at his Return a Prophet meets,
And thus from angry Heav'n severely greets:
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Should'st thou unto th'Ungodly, help afford,
And should'st thou love the Men that hate the Lord?
For this, the Wrath of injur'd Heav'n, prepare,
Unless by Penitence remov'd, to bear!
Tho' gentle Mercy pleads thy virtuous Deeds,
And yet the better scale in weight exceeds.
And should'st thou love the Men that hate the Lord?
For this, the Wrath of injur'd Heav'n, prepare,
Unless by Penitence remov'd, to bear!
Tho' gentle Mercy pleads thy virtuous Deeds,
And yet the better scale in weight exceeds.
The Monarch hears, the surest Method takes,
And Heav'n appeas'd, agen his Friend he makes:
Distributes Justice with impartial Hand,
And to their God re-calls the wav'ring Land:
Thus all Abuses labours to Reform,
And thus provides against th'approaching Storm,
—Which now from Syria ward began to rise,
And in black threat'ning Clouds involve the Skies:
Ammon with Seir, and Moab's Sons combine;
T'extirpate Israel their accurs'd Design:
Numberless Numbers on Judea pour,
In hopes already Salem's Walls devour:
The Monarch prays, and to his Altar flees,
Who now not first in Trouble heard his Cries:
Of Asaph's tuneful Sons Jehaziel rose,
And fair Events from smiling Heav'n fore-shows:
They need not fight, but as in Egypt, wait,
And God's Salvation see, and see the Heathens Fate.
The joyful Tidings heard, the King ador'd,
With Harps and Voices Levi prais'd the Lord:
Their Army marches with the morning Light,
To certain Triumph marches, not to fight:
Agen the Priests their cheerful Voices raise,
Jehovah's unexhausted Goodness praise:
Heav'n takes the Signal, heav'nly Warriors stand,
With each his shining Falchion in his Hand;
Around the Paynim-Camp, and Guilt and Fear
And mingled Rage in ev'ry Face appear:
Ammon and Moab first on Eden rose,
With ease destroy'd by their united Foes;
Who next dispatch themselves by mutual Blows.
Not one surviv'd or from the Slaughter fled:
How vast the Treasures found among the Dead!
What Songs of Joy Jehovah's Praise proclaim,
And make his House resound their Saviour's Name!
Nor more were Judah's Sons with Wars oppress'd,
For God on ev'ry side had giv'n his People rest.
And Heav'n appeas'd, agen his Friend he makes:
Distributes Justice with impartial Hand,
And to their God re-calls the wav'ring Land:
Thus all Abuses labours to Reform,
And thus provides against th'approaching Storm,
—Which now from Syria ward began to rise,
And in black threat'ning Clouds involve the Skies:
Ammon with Seir, and Moab's Sons combine;
T'extirpate Israel their accurs'd Design:
Numberless Numbers on Judea pour,
In hopes already Salem's Walls devour:
The Monarch prays, and to his Altar flees,
Who now not first in Trouble heard his Cries:
Of Asaph's tuneful Sons Jehaziel rose,
And fair Events from smiling Heav'n fore-shows:
They need not fight, but as in Egypt, wait,
And God's Salvation see, and see the Heathens Fate.
The joyful Tidings heard, the King ador'd,
With Harps and Voices Levi prais'd the Lord:
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To certain Triumph marches, not to fight:
Agen the Priests their cheerful Voices raise,
Jehovah's unexhausted Goodness praise:
Heav'n takes the Signal, heav'nly Warriors stand,
With each his shining Falchion in his Hand;
Around the Paynim-Camp, and Guilt and Fear
And mingled Rage in ev'ry Face appear:
Ammon and Moab first on Eden rose,
With ease destroy'd by their united Foes;
Who next dispatch themselves by mutual Blows.
Not one surviv'd or from the Slaughter fled:
How vast the Treasures found among the Dead!
What Songs of Joy Jehovah's Praise proclaim,
And make his House resound their Saviour's Name!
Nor more were Judah's Sons with Wars oppress'd,
For God on ev'ry side had giv'n his People rest.
| The history of The Old Testament In verse | |