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Miscellanea sacra, or, Poems on divine & moral subjects collected by N. Tate ...
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Tate, Nahum, 1652-1715.
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Wing T195; ESTC R22340
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Divine let my glad Voice proclaim His mighty Goodness and Eternal Name Let my loud Praises thro' the World resound While crowding Nations listen all around 4. But oh my God thy Wonders are too great For Tongue to speak or Verse to celebrate So vast thy Mercies and thy Truths so high They pierce the Clouds and reach beyond the Sky A PARAPHRASE on the 79th Psalm 1. HOw long O Lord of everlasting Might Shall the successful Heathen make abode In thy Inheritance O God! How long defile thy Temple and usurp thy Right See! how the once Proud City Lies Salem a heap of Stones for pity cries Nor here does their unbounded Fury stay Thy Priests they on the Altars slay And cast 'em forth to Birds and savage Beasts of prey Witness the Blood that now on every side Surrounds the City with a Purple Tide Witness the Bodies they deny to have The common Privilege of a Grave This is our Woe and this our Fate While neighbouring Nations to encrease the Weight Triumphantly Rejoice in our unhappy State 2. But O! Thou God of Mercy and of Love How long wilt thou remove Thy dearest Attributes from Thee How long with Anger burn and fiery Jealousy Rather thy irresistless Wrath employ Upon the Kingdoms who thy Name Have never known or known disclaim And durst thy Iacob's Dwellings impiously destroy Forget our Sins O Lord And with a Father's Love relief afford Us like thy Children treat And let thy Mercy be as our Affliction great 3. Help O God of our Salvation Help for the Glory of thy Name Nor let thy own thy own tho' sinful Nation By Thee deserted suffer shame Let not deriding Heathens cry O! where is now their fancy'd Deity And smile and wonder At Thy great Power and yet unactive Thunder Rise Lord and let that Bloud the Heathen shed Dye them again with Red And let thy Vengeance publick be That what they suffer we O God may see 4. Let the loud Groans of Captives pierce the Sky And hear and in a timely Hour Rescue from Death who sentenc'd are to Dye Shew boundless Mercy join'd with boundless Power But for those Wretches who blasphem'd thy Name Cloath them with Everlasting Shame That by their Suffering they may see And dread the Wrath of thy Divinity So we that are Thy darling Flock and thy peculiar Care May in most thankful Numbers raise To Thee Eternal God Eternal Praise Hallelujah The CONVERT An Ode Written by Mr. George Herbert 1. IF ever Tears did flow from Eyes If ever Voice was hoarse with Cries If ever Heart was sore with Sighs Let now my Eyes my Voice my Heart Strive each to play their Part. 2. My Eyes from whence these Tears did spring Where treach'rous Syrens us'd to sing Shall flow no more until they bring A Deluge on my sensual Flame And wash away my Shame 3. My Voice that oft with foolish Lays With Vows and Rants and sensless Praise Frail Beauty's Charms to Heav'n did raise Henceforth shall only pierce the Skies In Penitential Cryes 4. My Heart that gave fond Thoughts their Food Till now averse to all that 's Good The Temple where an Idol stood Henceforth in Sacred Flames shall Burn And be that Idol's URN The Prophet ELIJAH Translated up to Heaven By Mr. Tate ELijah long and faithful Service boasts Under the Banner of the Lord of Hosts Who now his signal Conquests to Reward A Chariot for his Triumph has prepar'd Such matchless Virtue nobly to require Translates him Body'd to the Realms of Light The Prophet now with gen'rous Scorn surveys This Earth where He but for a Passport stays And do's entirely his fir'd Thoughts employ On those bright Regions He must soon enjoy But first for in his Road to Heav'n they lay A Visit to the Prophet's Schools He 'll pay In Legacy where He his Progress goes His Councel and his Blessing He bestows Elisha do's his Master's steps attend A Servant worthy to be stil'd a Friend From Gilgal's Plain to Bethel Journeying on The Prophet Courts his Servant to be gone Near Iericho once more his Charge repeats But still Commands in vain in vain Entreats When Love and Duty once dispute the Field Duty it self must to Affection yield The Prophet now to Iordan's Bank is come The last short Stage to his Celestial Home His Mantle's Sacred Force the Iordan knew And consciously in parting Tides withdrew That Stream long since subdu'd at his command Was disciplin'd to fall to swell or stand The naked Channel now with ease pass'd o'er And Both arriv'd to the remoter shore On that last spot of Earth his Feet must tread The Prophet to his Faithful Servant said O for thy Truth and Love my Servant say How shall a grateful Master Thee repay E'er to Eternal Mansions born away For Thee who still must Earthly Toils pursue Instruct thy willing Master what to do Who wou'd to Thee be Kind as thou to him wer 't True The Favourite with such Indulgence blest So kindly urg'd to make his own Request A while with modest Gratitude stands mute Delays to utter his important Suit Who else might instantly his Wish impart For 't was already form'd within his Heart So vast a Boon he trembles to express Yet must depart unsatisfy'd with less Not Pow'r or Pomp not Safety Wealth or Ease His gen'rous and enflam'd Desires can please Too narrow All for his expanded Mind It will not be to Nature's Bounds confin'd His Soul can Revelation only prize Rapture and Correspondence with the Skies The World do's no proportion'd Scene present No less than Heav'n on Earth can his vast Soul Content O Man of God he cry'd let me inherit A double Portion of thy Sacred Spirit These impious Times such strong Convictions need I cannot else to thy great Charge succeed My Weakness this Concession do's require E'er to thy Sacred Office I aspire To perfect the Foundation Thou hast laid Elisha must have ' twice Elijah's Aid The Prophet grants but grants with this Reserve If me at paiting thy fix'd Eyes observe If in that Minute on their Watch they 'r found Thou hast thy Wish 't is else an empty Sound A Tempest to their Consrence puts an end The fiery Steeds and flaming Wain descend What mean these Terrors This impetuous Air Can Death so dreadful as this Change appear Who wou'd not choose to pass his brazen Gate If such fierce Blessings must on Rapture wait Mistaken Thought the Charriot and the Storm Of Terrour only have the Sound and Form The Vision do's but Lambent Flames present For Speed not Violence the Whirl-wind's sent Elisha the whole Scene with still-fix'd Eyes Beholds and to his tow'ring Master crys My Father O my Father Israel now Has lost her Chariot and her Horse men too Tearing his Garments as on him he calls In Recompence Elijah's Mantle falls While of the Rest his weeping Sight 's bereav'd His Arms the kind descending Pledge receiv'd Now pensive back to Iordan's Bank