A paraphrase on the Book of Job As likewise on the Songs of Moses, Deborah, David: On Four Select Psalms: Some Chapters of Isaiah, and the Third Chapter of Habakkuk. By Sir Richard Blackmore |
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THE CXLVIII PSALM PARAPHRAS'D. |
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 | A paraphrase on the Book of Job |  |
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THE CXLVIII PSALM PARAPHRAS'D.
Ye bright, Immortal Colonys,
That People all the Regions of the Skys,
That in your blissful Seats above
Inhabit Glory, dwell in Light and Love:
Ye mighty Gen'rals, who command
Th' Almighty's Host, ye Ministers that stand
In his blest Presence to receive
What Orders he is pleas'd to give:
Ye Guards and Houshold Servants who resort
To pay attendance at his Court:
Ye Saints and Seraphs who astonish'd see
His Greatness, and essential Majesty:
Tune your Celestial Harps, and sing
The Triumphs of th' Eternal King.
All ye his Heav'nly Hosts applaud
In long continu'd Shouts your wonder-working God.
That People all the Regions of the Skys,
That in your blissful Seats above
Inhabit Glory, dwell in Light and Love:
Ye mighty Gen'rals, who command
Th' Almighty's Host, ye Ministers that stand
In his blest Presence to receive
What Orders he is pleas'd to give:
Ye Guards and Houshold Servants who resort
To pay attendance at his Court:
Ye Saints and Seraphs who astonish'd see
His Greatness, and essential Majesty:
Tune your Celestial Harps, and sing
The Triumphs of th' Eternal King.
All ye his Heav'nly Hosts applaud
In long continu'd Shouts your wonder-working God.
Ye Sun and Moon and Stars, that grace the Night,
Praise him the unexhausted Spring of Light,
Whence your dependent Influence streams,
Whence you derive your delegated Beams.
Exalt his Name, and spread his Praise
As far as you diffuse your Rays.
Let all the glorious Worlds above agree
In this Celestial Harmony:
And let the dancing, ecchoing Sphears around
Reverberate the Joy, and propagate the sound.
Praise him the unexhausted Spring of Light,
Whence your dependent Influence streams,
Whence you derive your delegated Beams.
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As far as you diffuse your Rays.
Let all the glorious Worlds above agree
In this Celestial Harmony:
And let the dancing, ecchoing Sphears around
Reverberate the Joy, and propagate the sound.
Ye thin transparent Regions of the Air,
And all ye flying Nations there
With one melodious Voice th' Eternals Praise declare.
And all ye flying Nations there
With one melodious Voice th' Eternals Praise declare.
Let Tempests with their stormy Noise,
And Thunder with its roaring Voice,
God's own Artillery, proclaim
Thro' all the list'ning World th' Eternal's Fame.
From ev'ry Quarter all ye Winds arise,
On whose swift Wings th' Almighty flys,
When he his Progress makes into th'inferiour Skys.
Blow all your Blasts, and all your Breath employ
In loud Applauses, and in Songs of Joy.
And Thunder with its roaring Voice,
God's own Artillery, proclaim
Thro' all the list'ning World th' Eternal's Fame.
From ev'ry Quarter all ye Winds arise,
On whose swift Wings th' Almighty flys,
When he his Progress makes into th'inferiour Skys.
Blow all your Blasts, and all your Breath employ
In loud Applauses, and in Songs of Joy.
Ye Vapours that by God's Command arise,
To fill Heav'n's Magazines with fresh Supplys,
And for the Meteors new Materials bring,
As you ascend to Heav'n, th' Eternal's Praises sing.
Ye Clouds that by pursuing Winds are driv'n,
Pour with your Rain your Praises forth,
Let these ascend, as high as Heav'n,
As that descends to bless the Earth.
To fill Heav'n's Magazines with fresh Supplys,
And for the Meteors new Materials bring,
As you ascend to Heav'n, th' Eternal's Praises sing.
Ye Clouds that by pursuing Winds are driv'n,
Pour with your Rain your Praises forth,
Let these ascend, as high as Heav'n,
As that descends to bless the Earth.
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Praise the Divine Artificer,
Ye Lightnings, which his Hands prepare,
And all ye curious Fireworks of the Air.
Praise him ye other Meteors of the Sky,
Ye Hailstones, Mists and Woolly Snow,
The Manufactures which he works on high,
For Nature's Service here below.
Ye Lightnings, which his Hands prepare,
And all ye curious Fireworks of the Air.
Praise him ye other Meteors of the Sky,
Ye Hailstones, Mists and Woolly Snow,
The Manufactures which he works on high,
For Nature's Service here below.
Let Nature's mighty Sov'raign Lord,
Be by the Deep, and all the Floods ador'd.
In Consort let the Billows roar,
And make his Praise rebound from Shore to Shore.
Let the scaly People dance
Before 'em let their Lords, the mighty Whales advance:
And high amidst the Air on this great Day
Let all the Waterworks from their vast Nostrils play.
Be by the Deep, and all the Floods ador'd.
In Consort let the Billows roar,
And make his Praise rebound from Shore to Shore.
Let the scaly People dance
Before 'em let their Lords, the mighty Whales advance:
And high amidst the Air on this great Day
Let all the Waterworks from their vast Nostrils play.
And while the Deep, the Air and Sky,
Vocal become th' Almighty's Name to raise,
Let not the Earth stand silent by,
But joyn to celebrate his Praise.
Ye Dragons, Wolves, and all ye salvage Kind
On ecchoing Hills in Consort joyn'd,
To him your Adoration pay,
Whose Bounty in the Desart finds you Prey.
Do you your Gratitude express,
And make his Praises ring thro' all the Wilderness.
Ye Pines and Cedars tune your selves to play
Th'Almighty's Praises on this solemn Day.
And sing ye Mountains, Hills, and Floods,
To th' Instrumental Music of the Woods.
Vocal become th' Almighty's Name to raise,
Let not the Earth stand silent by,
But joyn to celebrate his Praise.
Ye Dragons, Wolves, and all ye salvage Kind
On ecchoing Hills in Consort joyn'd,
To him your Adoration pay,
Whose Bounty in the Desart finds you Prey.
Do you your Gratitude express,
And make his Praises ring thro' all the Wilderness.
Ye Pines and Cedars tune your selves to play
Th'Almighty's Praises on this solemn Day.
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To th' Instrumental Music of the Woods.
Ye Kings, the King of Kings adore,
And at his Feet your borrow'd Scepters lay,
Applaud the Spring of all Imperial Pow'r,
You're here but Subjects, and should Homage pay.
Let Songs of Praise the Gratitude attest
Of Aged Men, long by his Favours blest.
Let rapt'rous Zeal Young Men and Maids inflame,
To celebrate their Maker's Fame,
Let lisping Infants at his Praises aim.
Let all th' Eternal's Works conspire
To execute this blest design,
To praise him let them all combine,
And make the World one Universal Quire.
And at his Feet your borrow'd Scepters lay,
Applaud the Spring of all Imperial Pow'r,
You're here but Subjects, and should Homage pay.
Let Songs of Praise the Gratitude attest
Of Aged Men, long by his Favours blest.
Let rapt'rous Zeal Young Men and Maids inflame,
To celebrate their Maker's Fame,
Let lisping Infants at his Praises aim.
Let all th' Eternal's Works conspire
To execute this blest design,
To praise him let them all combine,
And make the World one Universal Quire.
| A paraphrase on the Book of Job | |