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Ver. I would his juftice magnify,
His faithfulnefs adore,
Revere his name; but fiill would I,
Like hell myself abhor.
Confeffing all my faults and flaws,
By humble refignation bow'd
Down at his feet I'd ly;
And, through the Lamb's atoning blood,
God's great Work in the Kingdom of CHRIST, and in bis Providence among Men; efpecially in fruftrating the Counfels of the proud, and favouring the Cause of the poor and bumble.
Job v. 9,-16.
9 GREAT things are done of God moft high,
Which finite fearch exceed;
Things numberlefs which ev'ry eye
His providence most marvellous,
Yet ftill is juft and righteous,
10 He fpreads his clouds upon the fkies,
And forms his rain drops fhape and fize,
Then he his waters from on high,
And on the valleys plenteoufly
11 He fets the fervant that was low,
And wipes the tears of grief and wo
Ver. He difappoints the crafty men,
Their projects undermines;
He makes their deep devices vain,
13 He takes his wife politic foes,
14 They, by their plots, themfelves benight,
Miftake their way, obfcure their light,
But God th' oppreffors rage o'rthrows,
16 Thus to the poor he kindly doth
And then the black and bloody mouth
The poor and humble are advanc'd,
The favourites of heaven.
Afflictions born well end well.
What great Things
GoD oft-times does for these that bumble themfelves under his chaftifing hand. Job v. 17,-26.
17 LO! happy is the man whom God,
In kindnefs, doth correct;
Then do not thou his chaft'ning rod,,
18 His fkill binds up what he made fore,
He wounds and heals, and does reftore
Ver. From numerous troubles, various woes,
And order to a joyful close,
This fcene of mifery.
20 Thy life he'll guard with tender care,
And from the raging fword thee fpare,
21 The pois'nous darts thrown at thy name,
Shall neither wound thy ftablifh'd fame,
22 When grim deftruction, with her drove
All nature reconcil'd difplays
When, thro' his grace, thy righteous ways
23 With thee fhall ftones, that load the field, Make league, thy part to take;
And favage beails, thy life to fhield,
The fire, the air, the earth, the feas,
Each element with thee,
A lafting covenant of
Shall ftrictly ratify.
24 Thy habitation thou fhalt know,
Thou shalt offencelefs come and go,
25 Thy offspring and profperity
Shall num'rous be and great;
Their increase like the grafs fhall be,
Ver. Thou in full age, ripe for the urn,
27 Weigh these undoubted truths fedate,
Terrors of GOD invading the Soul. Job vi. 2, 3, 4.
THAT the grief furrounding me,
Were in a balance laid,
And my extreme calamity
Were now against it weigh'd!
Then let an equal judge appear,
His thoughts to fignify,
Which fcale the greatest weight does bear
3 My croffes over-weigh my cries,
Unutterable are the groans,
4 The arrows of th' almighty God
Each feft'ring wound burns up my blood,
And gives me deadly fmart.
Arrows, whofe heads like flaming eyes,
The poifon thereof raging high,
Ver. God's threat'ning terrors all drawn out,
In order and array,
For battle, clofing me about,
Invade me every way.
GOD ftooping to contend with Man admired, and bis
17 WHAT is man, that worthlefs wight!
To magnify him, and in might
With fuch a rufh contend!
On brittle man, from dufl brought forth,
Wilt thou indeed bestow
Such honour great! or, is he worth
Thy notice or thy blow?
Is fuch a mortal fit to be
By this thy chast'ning rod,
Thou doft him vifit every day,
And every moment try.
20 Lord, I have finn'd, what fhall I do,
Good Counsel and good Hope given to the afflicted.
And, timely humbled by the rod,