Ver. But foon their hope fhall be diffolv'd, Their pride abafh'd, their heads involv'd, SONG XXVII. Afflictions beaped up and come to an Extremity. 14 F breaking woes a num'rous train As crouding billows of the main What war does the Almighty wage 15 Sackloth I wear upon my fkin, And dabbled in the duft unclean, 16 My cheeks with conftant weeping fade, And on mine eye-lids hangs the shade SONG XXVIII. The growing Strength of the righteous. Job xvii. 9 THE plant of grace shall ever thrive, The righteous in the Lord fhall live, His hands from mifchief clean withal He marches dauntless on his way, 9. SONG XXIX. Death and the Grave, the Saint's familiars. Ver. MY earthly friends have turn'd my foes, 13 14 So cruel and unjuft, That I expect, to end my woes, No house of pleasure here 'bove ground, My bed of reft for fleeping found, Lo! welcome death on me attends, I to corruption cry'd, O duft, Thou art my father known; I to the worm faid, Brother worm, Do differ but in fize and form, I'm but a mortal worm like you; SONG XXX. The Calamities that await the wicked. 5 THE wicked's fplendor fhall decay, 6 Thick fogs fhall choke his glorious day, And make his beams expire. 10 By labour'd plots and deep defigns, A halter for himfelf he twines; Ver. Death and deftruction o'er his head 12 His pleafures, which he gluts with greed, 14 His hope fhall fall and never rise, For with his bloody dart Shall frike him to the heart. 15 Quite from the earth, God's 'venging hand The wicked man fhall chafe; 16 Nor leave behind a branch to ftand Of all his hateful race. 17 In after-times the gedlefs wretch Shall be unknown to fame; 18 Or mention'd only with reproach, With horror, and with fhame. 19 In future fame fome names indeed Like Pontius Pilate in the creed, 20 Such oft, in time, the wicked's fate Of forrow, which his foul await, SONG XXXI. Reproof to Reproachers. Job xix. 2, 3. 22. HY cruel friends, will My name reproach, my virtue wrong, Muft ftill your anfwers without fenfe, With folemn grave impertinence, 3 Can pious lies deferve applause, Or do you think them true, because You humm'd them o'er fo foft? Ver. The wounds you give me cruel are; And fland'rous taunts, are fharper far 22 God's right t' afflict, him well becomes, SONG XXXII. Friends turned to Enemies, and Brethren to Aliens Job xix. 11,-14. Comp. ch. xvii. 4. 6. GOD's trying fury kindles bright, Ev'n of its own accord; 'Gainst me, whofe heart and cause is right, 12 Fierce troops and regimented woes Do by his order me inclofe, And fiercely rush on me. 13 Brethren and kindred knit their brows, Break nature's bonds, renounce their vows, 14 Familiar friends and kins-folk too, Who honour'd me before; Juft Lord, from their reproaches please To vindicate my name, And mercifully cover thefe Perfidious friends with fhame. The Happiness that awaits the godly; Or, The bleffed Hope of the righteous. Job xix. 25, 26, 27. Ver. THAT my Redeemer lives I know, 25 Though by his fentence juft, My body, for a feafon, low, Shall dwell with fellow duft. May living Head, when bankrupt time He then from heav'n his throne fublime He on the furface of the earth As Judge fupreme fhall ftand; 25 The mighty Conqueror fhall invade 27 Force every vault where bones were laid, Though worms and putrefaction fhall Reviv'd I from the duft fhall rife, With thefe my own corporeal eyes, I for myself, and for my gain, |