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 |  |
118
LXVI. Exodus, Chap. XXXII.
The Golden Calf.
While
Moses in the Mount with God remain'd,
Shameful Idolatry the People stain'd:
Their Leader absent, who shou'd them protect?
Rejecting him they God himself reject:
A Golden Calf the Crowd in Horeb frame,
And for their Idol steal Jehova's Name,
Then thus the gaudy Nothing's Praise proclaim.
Shameful Idolatry the People stain'd:
Their Leader absent, who shou'd them protect?
Rejecting him they God himself reject:
A Golden Calf the Crowd in Horeb frame,
And for their Idol steal Jehova's Name,
Then thus the gaudy Nothing's Praise proclaim.
“Hail, sacred Heifer! thus we bow to thee,
“Who Israel didst from Egypts Bondage free:
“O guide us thro' this barren World of Sand,
“And bring us safe to Canaans blissful Land!
“Who Israel didst from Egypts Bondage free:
“O guide us thro' this barren World of Sand,
“And bring us safe to Canaans blissful Land!
From him not hid, who ev'n our Thoughts can see,
Their Black Ingratitude, and Blasphemy:
In wrathful Clouds his Face he soon conceals,
And thus to Moses he their Crime reveals:
Their Black Ingratitude, and Blasphemy:
In wrathful Clouds his Face he soon conceals,
And thus to Moses he their Crime reveals:
“Hence to the Camp descend, nor longer here remain!
“Thy People, (mine no more, they my Commands disdain,)
“Whom thou from Egypt brought'st, so soon corrupted grown,
“New Golden Gods adore, their Fathers God disown:
“Confirm'd and steel'd in Sin, of harden'd Heart and Face,
“My Vengeance I'll unrein on all their murm'ring Race.
“Thy People, (mine no more, they my Commands disdain,)
“Whom thou from Egypt brought'st, so soon corrupted grown,
“New Golden Gods adore, their Fathers God disown:
“Confirm'd and steel'd in Sin, of harden'd Heart and Face,
“My Vengeance I'll unrein on all their murm'ring Race.
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Low on the Ground the trembling Prophet falls,
And on th'offended Pow'r for Mercy calls:
His Truth and Glory pleads, nor pleads in vain,
A kind Reprieve his fervent Pray'rs obtain.
Then from the Mount descends as Heav'n commands
With both the Sacred Tables in his Hands:
Approach'd the Camp he did too soon descry
Their New-born Golden Idol plac'd on high:
Riot and Shouts his festal Pomp proclaim,
Lewd Dances spread his Glory and their Shame.
The Saint did all with just Resentments view,
And from his Hands the heav'nly Treasure threw;
Against the craggy Rock the Tables brake;
Then did their Calf, their helpless Idol take,
Moulten and ground to Dust, the Dust he strows
Upon the Brook which from the Mountain flows:
Then brings his fond Adorers to the Brink,
And makes 'em of the odious Potion drink:
Nor this enough to expiate their stain,
Till Thousands of th'Unjust by Zealous Levi slain.
And on th'offended Pow'r for Mercy calls:
His Truth and Glory pleads, nor pleads in vain,
A kind Reprieve his fervent Pray'rs obtain.
Then from the Mount descends as Heav'n commands
With both the Sacred Tables in his Hands:
Approach'd the Camp he did too soon descry
Their New-born Golden Idol plac'd on high:
Riot and Shouts his festal Pomp proclaim,
Lewd Dances spread his Glory and their Shame.
The Saint did all with just Resentments view,
And from his Hands the heav'nly Treasure threw;
Against the craggy Rock the Tables brake;
Then did their Calf, their helpless Idol take,
Moulten and ground to Dust, the Dust he strows
Upon the Brook which from the Mountain flows:
Then brings his fond Adorers to the Brink,
And makes 'em of the odious Potion drink:
Nor this enough to expiate their stain,
Till Thousands of th'Unjust by Zealous Levi slain.
| The history of The Old Testament In verse | |