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A27998	A paraphrase on the book of Job as likewise on the songs of Moses, Deborah, David, on four select psalms, some chapters of Isaiah, and the third chapter of Habakkuk / by Sir Richard Blackmore.	Blackmore, Richard, Sir, d. 1729.	1700 (1700)	Wing B2641; ESTC R14205	136,050	332

Monarch's Throne Their Forts with 〈◊〉 shall be overgrown And mossy Turf shall cover every Stone Their gilded Roofs shall lodge the Bat and Owl And in their lofty Rooms of State Where cringing Sycophants did wait Dragons shall hiss and hungry Wolves shall howl In Courts before by mighty Lords possest The Serpent shall erect his speckled Crest Or fold his circling Spires to rest The long-neck'd Gyant of the feather'd Kind The Ostrich there a sandy Nest shall find Leopards and all the rav'ning Brotherhoods That range the Plains or lurk in Woods Each other shall invite to come And make this wilder Place their home Fierce Beasts of every frightful shape and size Shall setle here their bloody Colonys Satyrs shall to their Fellows cry advance Let us to Edom's Land make hast 'T is a silent lonesome Wast There let us dwell there let us sport and dance The Screech-Owl thither shall direct her flight With all the Hooping Horrors of the Night There they shall build their Nests and breed Their Eggs they 'll unmolested lay There o'er their Young their Wings display And there the gaping Callow Monsters feed The Vultures there and all the Eagle Kind Shall rendezvous o'erjoy'd to find A perfect desolation to their Mind THE xlth Chap. of Isaiah PARAPHRAS'D YE Prophets who divine Credentials bear Distinguish'd by your Sacred Character Envoys and Agents who by my Command Reside in Palestina's Land To whom Commission I have giv'n To manage there the Interests of Heav'n Ye holy Heralds who proclaim Or War or Peace in mine your Master's Name Let my desponding People know That I their God will mitigate their Woe Tell them Compassion melts my Heart That I of punishing Repent And that their bleeding Wounds and Smart Which my own hand inflicted I Lament Comfort Ierusalem and cry The time of her Deliverance is nigh Say her Offences I 'll forget Nor more my scourging Strokes repeat Her Suffrings and her Servitude shall cease And from Oppression I 'll her Sons release Th' Allarms of War she shall no longer hear No more Assyrian Armys fear She shall enjoy uninterrupted Ease Gather'd beneath the downy Wings of Peace The Suff'rings she has undergone Abundantly my Wrath for all her Sins atone Hark! What a loud Majestic sound What awful Accents from the Hills rebound Listen with Rev'rence Hark! the noise Grows more distinct 't is the commanding Voice Of one that in the Desart crys Let all the Nations round arise Ye Pioneers of Heav'n prepare a Road Thro' the pathless Wilderness Make it plain and strait and broad And let your Shouts your Joy express Th' obstructing Groves and Forrests level lay And for th' Almighty make a way For he in Person will his People head And out from Babylon his rescu'd Captives lead He will from Heav'n descend to free The Nations from Infernal Slavery He 'll bring them out by Miracles of Might From Pagan Darkness to Celestial Light Sink every Mountain every Hill And with their Ruins every vally fill Smooth every rugged rocky place And every narrow De●ile enlarge For God this way in Triumph means to pass As he from Babylon conducts his Charge Make an open easy way Where God his Glory may display For the Divine Deliverer Will on his March in Majesty appear His high Perfections he 'll reveal and shew Th' astonish'd World what Wonders he can do That he 'll effect this mighty Work the Lord Has giv'n his never-failing Word Th' Almighty bid his Prophet say All Men are subject to decay And wither like the Grass away To every Storm or Blast they yield And fade like Flowers that paint the Field But the Almighty's Word shall stand secure And like himself for ever shall endure O Zion whose impending airy Brow Surveys the Hills as well as Vales below The joyful Tydings thou hast got impart To raise my People's drooping Heart Lift up thy Voice and let the Ecchoing sound From Wood to Wood from Hill to Hill rebound And ring thro' all the Vales and all the Towns around Cry with a loud and fearless Voice Let all thy Cities Palestine rejoyce Your sinking Heads ye Towns of Iudah reer Behold your God your great Deliverer In Person to your Aid advances near See where th' Almighty Conq'rour takes the Field In his strong Hand what Terrors does he wield How dreadful are his Steps how bright his Sword and Shield See how the Forrests at his Presence bow How silently the Rivers flow How do the Plains thro' which he marches smoke How do the troubled Mountains rock He needs the Aid of no Confed'rate Pow'r His single Arms will Victory ensure He brings to crown the Just a bright Reward And for the Wicked Vengeance has prepar'd He as a faithful Shepherd will attend His Flock with tender Care and condescend To carry in his Arms the Feeble Lambs And gently lead the pregnant Dams His People in his Word may rest secure For Boundless as his Mercy is his Pow'r In the wide hollow of his Hand may sleep All the collected Waters of the Deep Let all the Rivers too be thither roll'd The vast Abyss will yet more Seas and Rivers hold His Span across the widest Heav'ns can stretch And the vast Void beyond 'em over-reach The Rocks and Hills he in a Ballance lays And high amid'st the Air th' uplifted Mountains weighs This Globe when held in his Capacious Hand Seems a small Atome or a single Sand. When God the Draughts of Heav'n and Earth design'd And form'd the noble Platform in his Mind Did any skilful Architect Help him his wondrous Model to correct When he the World's Foundations laid And rais'd the lofty Pillars with his Hand To give him or Advice or Aid Did any Wise Surveyor by him stand Did he from any Counsel need How in Creation to proceed When by a thousand Wonders wrought His vast Design was to perfection brought What Councellour of State did him instruct The World his Creature to conduct Who taught him how the Universe to sway And form the Maxims of his Government To settle Nature in a stedy Way And all destructive Uproar to prevent How where ten thousand Creatures disagree To make their Motions end in perfect Harmony How with unerring Methods to pursue The glorious Ends he had at first in view God does the Nations of the World regard As a small drop with the vast Deep compar'd Or Dust that in the Ballance gives no Weight To press the Scale and change its equal State God by their rocky Roots takes up the Hills And from their Oazy Beds the Isles He hurls them from their former Seat As things of neither Bulk nor Weight O Lebanon whose spacious Head Is with aspiring Cedars spread With Wood sufficient is thy Forrest stor'd Or can it Beasts enough afford For a Burnt off'ring for all Nature's Lord Against him should the Nations rise He would neglect their weak alarms This wretched Host of Worms he would despise And laugh at

Sorrow can resist its force Thy blest Instructions and thy grave Advice Can teach the Blind and make the stupid Wise. Display'd by thy Divine Discourse I find A Heav'nly Day irradiates my Mind Thou hast thy point by solid Reason prov'd And like an Oracle all doubts remov'd What knowing Spirit has thy Bosom fir'd For thou hast argu'd as a Man inspir'd But say to whom dost thou address thy Speech Am I so weak and of so short a reach That I must still be taught the Common Theme Of God's Imperial Sway and Power supreme I could th' Almighty's wondrous Works with ease Like you recite as for example these He all the wanton Monsters form'd that play And bound above the Bosom of the Sea Wild Water-Gyants hideous Forms that reign Lords of the vast inhospitable Main A salvage Race that range the liquid Fields And fill with Rapine all the wavy Wilds All the mute Nations of the deep Abyss And Finny People of the Floods are his To hide from God its sad Inhabitants And dusky Realms Hell thicker Darkness wants Compacted Shadows and substantial Night Elude the Sun 's but not th' Almighty's Sight Death does in vain her sable Covering spread And in her secret Vaults lo●k up the Dead Th' Almighty's Eye does all her Spoils survey And no distinction knows of Night or Day He o'er the empty Space displays on high The blue Expansion of the Northern Sky He hangs the pond'rous Earth in liquid Air And his Command and Providential Care Are the sole Pillars that support it there He bids the loose and fluid Clouds sustain Imprison'd Tempests and suspend the Rain Distended with the Waters in 'em pent Their Wombs hang low in Air but are not rent But then at his Command successive Drops Distill from Heav'n and crown the Farmer 's Hopes Lest his high Throne above expression bright With deadly Glory should oppress our sight To break the dazling Force he draws a Skreen Of sable Shades and spreads his Clouds between He raises rocky Bounds around the Deep And does the raging Waves in Prison keep That whilst as order'd by Alternate sway The Sun and Moon shall rule the Night and Day The Foaming Surges rolling o'er the Strand Might not a Deluge spread and drown the Land The Hills and Mountains whose aspiring tops Appear the Pillars and unshaken props Reer'd to sustain the Heav'n's expanded Roof Tremble with Fear and shake at his Reproof He with his mighty Power the Sea divides And ploughs deep Furrows in its wounded Sides At his Command the threatning Billows rise Mix Waters with the Clouds and lave with foam the Skies But in a moment he corrects their Pride And bids the Sea repel her swelling Tide Uproar is husht the Ocean at his Frown Shrinks in and calls it's tow'ring Surges down The trembling Waves creep softly to the Shore And Tempests over-aw'd no longer roar The Heav'nly Spheres around in Order turn'd With clust'ring Constellations he adorn'd He the great Serpent form'd and bid him rowl His Starry Volumes round the Northern Pole These of his Works are part but still I own To us his Wonders are but little known To such extent who can his Reason stretch As his vast Power and Providence can reach His boundless Wisdom who can comprehend Who will to search the dark Abyss descend Who can his Wonders number who declare Of Energy divine the utmost Sphere CH. XXVII The Pious Iob here paus'd a while and stay'd For their reply but no reply was made Then he his grave and wise Discourse revives And said as God my great Creator lives Who has to hear and judge my Cause deny'd And my vext Soul with sharp Affliction try'd While the warm blood dilates my winding Veins And in my Nostrils while my Breath remains That Breath th' Almighty did himself inspire Gently to fan and feed the vital Fire No Falshood will I mix in this debate Nor with perfidious Lips express Deceit Under the Censure of my Friends I lye Charg'd with Offences of the deepest Dye Oppression Fraud and deep Hypocrisy Shall I acquit their rash Censorious Tongue Confess th' Indictment and my Virtue wrong Forbid O Heav'n that I should ever own So black a Charge of Crimes to me unknown I till I Dye will stedfastly assert The pure Intention of my upright Heart From this Profession will I ne'er depart Conscience whose Court of Justice is within Can ne'er accuse me of delib'rate Sin The wicked and their ways I so detest That might I feed Revenge within my Breast And might I have permission to bestow The greatest Curse upon my greatest Foe I would desire that Foe might all his days Delight in vicious Men and vicious Ways What if the Sinner's Magazines are stor'd With the rich Spoils that Ophir's Mines afford What if he spends his happy Days and Nights In softest Joys and undisturb'd Delights Where is his Hope at last when God shall wrest His trembling Soul from his reluctant Breast Must he not then Heav'n's Vengeance undergo Condemn'd to Chains and Everlasting Woe This is his Fate but often here below Justice o'ertakes him tho' it marches slow And when the Day of Vengeance does appear The Wretch will cry but will th' Almighty hear If bath'd in Tears Compassion he invokes The unrelenting Judge will multiply his Strokes His vain Complaints and unregarded Prayer Will drive the raving Rebel to despair Or will he e'er with Confidence apply Himself to God and on his Aid rely Will he not rather cease in his distress His Prayers to Heav'n hereafter to address Do not disdain to learn and I 'll reveal How the just God does with the Wicked deal To you some secret Methods I 'll detect By which he 's pleas'd his Conduct to direct All you your selves have by Experience found For my Assertions there 's abundant ground I grant that some not all the wicked Band As you assert feel God's vindictive Hand And this should make the proud Oppressor dread Lest Vengeance should assail his guilty Head Children he multiplies to be devour'd By ling'ring Famine or the raging Sword Untimely Death his Offspring shall consume And sink them deep in black Oblivion's Womb. His Wives well pleas'd to see the Tyrant's Fate Shall joyful Mourners on his Funeral wait Tho' he does Gold in lofty Mountains heap And as the dust has Silver Treasure cheap Tho' Robes of State wrought with Sidonian Skill And rich embroider'd Vests his Wardrobe fill Yet shall the Just and Upright Man divide His precious Treasures and his Purple Pride The Judge's righteous Sentence shall restore The Wealth he wrested from the injur'd Poor His Dwelling like the Moths shall soon decay Which settles in a Garment for a Day But suddainly is crush'd and swept away Or like the Lodge a Keeper does erect His Garden Fruit or Vintage to protect Which when the Swain has gather'd in his Store Is pull'd as quickly down as reer'd before When Heav'n th' Oppressor shall of

our Liberty And keep our Kingdoms from Oppression free We 'll ne'er agree to vindicate the Cause Of this new King nor e'er obey his Laws Th' Almighty sets his Fav'rite up in vain We 'll ne'er consent to this Usurper's Reign We his proud Yoke will never tamely bear But will his servile Chains asunder tear But the great God who sits enthron'd on high Above the Starry Convex of the Sky Insultingly will mock their foolish Pride Laugh at their Threats and their vain Plots deride In fiery Indignation he shall pass A dreadful Sentence on this impious Race The marks of high Displeasure he shall show And pour Destruction on th' audacious Foe Thus from his Throne sublime th' Eternal spoke And with his awful Voice the Frame of Nature shook In spite of all the Princes that combine Or to retard or frustrate my design On Sion's Hill my Fav'rite I 'll enthrone And fix upon his Head th' Imperial Crown Submissive States his Empire shall obey And at his Footstool Kings their Scepters lay He shall Tyrannic Cruelty correct And tenderly his Subject's Rights protect He shall assert Divine Religion's Cause Heav'n's sacred Int'rests manage with Applause And rule the World with just and equal Laws To execute his high important Charge My Viceroy I invest with Pow'r at large Vast Pow'r I give him but I give him none But what is mixt with Mercy like my own No other Pow'r but what is understood To be intended for his Subjects good His just and gentle Conduct shall confess He seeks his Glory in their Happiness I to the World will publish thy Decree That raises me to Regal Dignity Thus said the Lord let it this Day be known That thou art my begotten only Son Thy high Descent let all the Nations own Thou art intitul'd by thy Royal Birth To all the Realms and Nations of the Earth Make thy demand and by my Grant divine The Pagan States and Kingdoms shall be thine I 'll subject all the spacious tracks of Land From Pole to Pole to thy supream command Thou shalt of all the Regions be possest From the Sun's rising to the adverse West Only the limits which the World surround Thy Universal Monarchy shall bound Arm'd with a Rod of Iron thou shalt reign O'er proud Oppressors and their Rage restrain Thou shalt in pieces dash like Potters Clay Thy stubborn Foes who insolently say We 'll ne'er his Title own nor his Commands obey Ye foolish Kings and Potentates be wise And be instructed where your Safety lies The Son of God with Acclamations meet And prostrate lye adoring at his feet Bow down your Necks to take his gentle Yoke Lest your neglect his Fury should provoke If you refuse this Monarch to obey Be sure you 'll perish in your wicked way For if his Wrath so dreadful does appear When scarcely kindled what have you to fear Who by your desp'rate Provocations raise The Spark to Flames and make his Fury blaze No longer your Subjection then delay The safe and happy Men are only they Who as their Refuge and secure Defence Repose in him their Trust and Confidence THE CIVth PSALM PARAPHRAS'D MY grateful Soul th' Almighty's Name adore Great is his Being great his Works of Pow'r Immortal Honours Majesty Renown And Dignity Divine his Temples crown His Robe of State is wrought with Light re●in'd An endless Train of Lustre flows behind His Throne 's of massy burnish'd Glory made With Heav'nly Pearl and Gems Divine inlaid Whence Floods of Joy and Seas of Splendour flow On all th' Angelic gazing Throng below Who drink in Pleasures by their ravish'd Sight Delug'd in vast ineffable Delight He as a Tent the Heav'n's expansion reers And as a Curtain stretches out the Sphears He makes the Mists his Pillars to sustain His airy Rooms and lays their Beams in Rain The Clouds th' Almighty's rolling Chariots bear Their Lord thro' all the spacious Fields of Air. He harnasses the manag ' Winds and flys On their swift Wings to visit all the Skys The various Meteors of the Air above Wait his Commands and by his Order move Tempests and Windy Vapours rais'd on high To do his Will like Menial Servants fly Lightnings and all his wildest Works of Fire His Ministers to serve their Lord conspire These sensless Creatures such Obedience shew To their great Master as his Angels do To him her Father Nature owes her Birth He laid the deep Foundations of the Earth He hung the pondrous heap in fluid Air And made its weight it s own Supporter there Then he the Waters o'er its Bosom roll'd And liquid Garments did the Earth enfold The Rocks and Hills conceal'd in Billows stood And o'er the Mountains tops the Deluge rais'd its Flood God's great Command chastis'd the Water's Pride He bad the Flood call down its tow'ring Tide And strait the ebbing Deluge did subside Th' Almighty form'd a vast capacious Deep Where he his Watry Regiments might keep The waves file off and thither make their way To form the mighty Body of the Sea Where they encamp and in their Stations stand Entrench'd in Works of Rock and Lines of Sand. Yet some Deserters still the Sea forsake And from their Posts by stealth Excursions make The Sun to some lets down his helping Ray They climb the golden Line and thus convey Themselves in Vapours high amidst the Air And to the Hills aspiring heads repair Others by secret Channels from the Deep Pass undiscern'd and up the Mountains creep Whence gushing out in Springs they downward flow And thro' the flowry Vales back to the Ocean go While God in Prison holds the mighty Deep And does in rocky Chains the raging Monster keep That it may ne'er surmount the ambient Shore And with its Flood may drown the Earth no more He to refresh and cloath the Meads with Grass Bids all his Rivers thro' the Vallys pass Kindly their course th' indented Banks restrain Kindly the Hills retard their gliding train For thus the ling'ring Streams at leisure flow And greater Riches on the Fields bestow Beasts tame and salvage to the River's brink Come from the Fields and Wilderness to drink Thither the feather'd Singers of the Air To quench their thirst and prune their Wings repair Then midst the Willows that adorn the Flood Or on the Branches in some neighb'ring Wood The painted Heralds in melodious Lays Proclaim their gracious Benefactor 's Praise He from his high Aerial Chambers where Th' Almighty Chymist does his Works prepare Digests his Lightnings and distills his Rain Pours down his Waters on the thirsty Plain He sends refreshing Showers to cheer the Hills And with his Bounty all the Vally fills The Earth made fruitful with his Heav'nly drops With a rich Harvest crowns the Farmer 's Hopes He does the Fields his open Table spred Where all the Beasts with grassy Meat are fed He Plants for Food and Physic does produce Thro' all the Earth for Man his Viceroys use He pours from