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Ver. Yet knowledge pure, no where we fee
In God, and him alone, can we
Confummate knowledge find.
Proofs of God's Power in doing bis Pleafure in Earth and Heaven, and ferving his own Purpofes among Men. Job xii. 14, 15, 16.
14 GOD's pow'r, with wifdom join'd, we must With equal fear adore:
Proud towns he levels with the duft,
To be rebuilt no more.
When flaves in prifon he reftrains,
Shut up in death or hell,
Who then can loose their pond'rous chains,
15 He binds the watery cloud, and ftops
And to the earth's fore withered crops
Again, the rains, at his command,
O'erflow their borders, drench the land,
Proofs of God's Wifdom and Power in the Revolution of States and Kingdoms. Job xii. 17,-25. 17 FROM judges judgment God withdraws;
From counfellors of ftate
Detracting wisdom and applaufe,
Ver. Proud monarchs cruel bonds he breaks,
And binds, on tort'ring tyrants necks,
19 He overturns the mighty peers,
And princes in their pride;
Thefe that abafh'd the world with fears,
20 He takes their wifdom from the wife,
And makes their former friends despise
21 On princes great he pours contempt,
He wrefts, what feem'd from wo exempt,
22 To his all-penetrating eye,
The darkest fhades of night,
23 By him all nations high or low,
24 Great chiefs, like cowards, thro' heartless fright He makes in defarts ftray,
25 As drunkards groping in the night, And reeling lofe their way.
Strong Faith in the bot Furnace. Job xiii. 15, 16.
15 LET God upon me frown or smile;
He knows, if of approved guile
Should he even double my diftrefs,
In hotter fires to try;
Yet I'll adore his righteoufnefs,
Ver. Yea, though he hew me to the root,
With lifted hand to kill,
Yet, through his grace, I'm refolute,
That in him truft I will.
The Origin, Nature and Iffue of human Life; it is Short, forrowful, finful, and limited; Death puts a final Period to it, and frees from the Calamities thereof. Job xiv. 1,-15.
Man frail and filthy, the Object of divine Pity.
'RAIL man, as foon as born, decays,
2 He counts a few and troublous days,
3 Will God regard fo bafe a wight,
The spawn of hell, an ugly fight,
4 Who can clean things from unclean bring,
But he that came to clear the spring
Our Days are numbered, and the Time of Life fixed.
Ver. 5, 6.
5 O Lord, the days of man are all
Inroll'd in thy decree;
And of the months that to him fall
The bounds of time he cannot pafs
Ver. O grant him the refpite and ease,
And let him finifh, by degrees,
His life's appointed task.
Life natural, being gone, returns not; or, the dead never awaked till the laft Day. Ver. 7,-12.
7,8 Life vegetive when loft in roots, With rains may be reviv'd;
9 Life animal in certain brutes,
10 But Spirits rational, when gone,
Ere death man daily waftes away;
II High floods and feas that left the fhore,
12 But man refumes his life no more,
Defire to die may confift with a waiting till the change come. Ver. 13, 14, 15.
Lord, in the filent grave I'd reft,
There let me fafely ly,
Till fhades of fin and wrath be chas'd,
And glory deck the fky.
14 Since wrath will each man, for his crime,
All days of my appointed time
Ver. Though thou prolong this mournful fcene,
Till thou revive my joys amain,
And chafe my woes away.
15 Thy call both to and from the grave
And thou my ftrong defire to fave
Self-juftification extremely odious. Jobxv. 14, 15, 16.
H! what's vain man that feems fo pure,
When faireft feraphs can't endure
JEHOVAH'S piercing eye!
15 He fees his faints not whole upright,
How vile's the earth, when in his fight
16 Their hoft before the boly thrice,
The Ruin of those who bid Defiance to God and bis
24 CONFUSION, anguish, and distress,
The wicked fhall affail,
To give them battle, with difgrace,
25 Because against th' almighty Lord
Yea, run upon his flaming fword,
26 Mad wretches! they defy their God,
Deride his darts that fly abroad,