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Ver. But foon their hope fhall be diffolv'd,
Their pride abafh'd, their heads involv'd,
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
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,
Death and the Grave, the Saint's familiars.
Ver. MY earthly friends have turn'd my foes,
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;
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
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,
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,
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,
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
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,