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My nodding Frame can scarce fustain
The bitter Load I undergo;
Speechless I sigh! the envious woe
Yet fhall my grateful Strings,
For ever praise thy Name,
For ever thee proclaim, Thee Everlasting God, the mighty King of Kings
Part of the XXXVIIIth and
XXXIXth Chapters of Job.
A PA RA PHRAS E.
By the same. Hand.
HEN from his bright Aëreal Abode,
[mighty rode, On Storms and Whirlwinds down th' AlAnd the loud Voice of Thunder spoke the God. He stretch'd his dark Pavilion o'er the Floods, Harness’d the Winds and rein’d the dusky Clouds. Then from his awful Gloom the Godhead spoke, And at his Voice affrighted Nature Phook.
Vain Man! who boldly, with dim Reason's Ray, Vies with his God, and rivals his full Day!
But tell me now, say how this beauteous Frame
Why awful Night begins her solemn Round,
Was e'er the Grave or Regions of the Night