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HEN in a glorious terrible Array

[his way; From lofty Paran th’Almighty took Born on a Cherub's Wings he rode, Intolerable Day proclaim'd the God;

No Earthly Cloud
Cou'd his Effulgent Brightness shroud;

Glory, and Majesty, and Pow'r,
March'd in a dreadful Pomp before,

Behind a grim and meagre Train,

Pining Sickness, Frantick Pain Stalk'd wildly on! with all the dismal Band Which Heav'n in Anger sends to scourge a guilty

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With Terror cloath'd he stood,
And all the Rebel Nations view'd,
The Rebel Nations were afraid,

And at his Presence fled;
And, when he spoke,

[shook. The everlasting Hills from their Foundations The trembling Mountains by a lowly Nod,

With Reverence struck, confess'd the God.
He dealt Affliction from his Van,
And wild Confusion from his Reer.

They thro' the Tents of Cusban ran;
The Tents of Cushan quak'd with Fear,
And Midian trembled with Despair.

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I see his Sword wave naked in the Air;
It sheds around a baleful Ray;

The Rains pour down, the Lightnings play, And on their Wings vindi&tive Thunder bear.

When thro? the mighty Flood

He led the wondring Crowd,
What aild the Rivers that they backward fled,

Why was the mighty Flood afraid?
March'd he against the Rivers? or was he
Thou mighty. Flood, displeas’d at Thee?

The Flood beheld from far
The Deity, in all his Equipage of War;

He saw him, and his Tide
Congeald with fear forgot to glide,
And stood a Cryital Wall on either side.

Arabia's Sands,
Lonely, uncomfortable Lands!



Where no refreshing Rain,
No gentle Show’rs delight the Swain,
Oppose their fiery Coasts in vain.

See the great Prophet stand
Waving the wonder-working Wand ;

He strikes the stubborn Rock, and lo!
The stubborn Rock feels the Almighty Blow,
And from it Streams and rapid Torrents flow.

Then did the Sun his fiery Coursers stay,

And backward held the falling Day... ?
The nimble-footed Minutes ceas’d to run
And urge the lazy Hours on.
Time hung his unexpanded Wingssy

And all the secret Springs
That carry on the Year !
Stop Alin their full Career;
Then the aftonith'd Moon
Forgot her going down;
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And paler grew

The dismal Scene to view.

How thro' the trembling Pagan Nation Th’Almighty Ruin dealt, and ghastly Desolation.

But oh why does th’Almighty frown,
And look with Indignation down?

And why, O Sion, reigns
Such Desolation o'er thy Plains?
Lo! bow victorious Babylon

Like an unruly Deluge rushes on
And bears the yielding Pow'rs of Ifrael down?

For thee how do I mourn,

What Pangs for thee I feel;
Ah! how art thou become the Pagan's Scorn,

Lovely, unhappy Israel!

A fhivering Damp invades my Heart; A trembling Horror shoots thro' every Part.


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