With Ever Restless And Ungoverned Rage
With ever restless, and ungover’d Rage,
Why are the Heathen ill Designs contriving?
Why thus in rash and vain Attempts engage,
Which they can ne’er complete, tho; boldly striving?
The earnly Kings, in council close combined,
Their utmost Pow’r, their various Forces bring;
In Union join’d, in compact all designed,
Against the LORD, and his anointed King.
“Must we submit,” presumptuously they say,
“And yield, obedient, whilst they keep us under?
“No, let us cast their slavish Bands away.
“Shake off their Chains, and break their Cords asunder.’
But on his Throne the LORD in Glory seated,
Knows their Intent, and sees how they combine;
And while their bold Attempts are all defeated,
Laughs them to Scorn, and mocks their vain Design.
His waken’d Wrath shall shake his guilty Foes,
In great Displeasure he shall sore distress them;
And thus while yet they dare hi Will oppose,
The LORD himself in Thunder shall address them;
“Tho’ madly thus you have my Pow’r disowned,
“Yet be assur’d, the King whom I ordain,
“On Sion’s holy Hill shall sit enthroned,
“And there securely shall for ever reign.”
Let all attend and hear GOD’s fixt Decree
On which he made to me this Declaration,
“Thou art my Son, I have begotten thee
“This Day, be Sov’regin LORD of ev’ry Nation;
“Ask, and receive, ’tis yielded to thy Pleasure;
“The Heathen thine Inheritance shall be;
“Lands far remote, whose Limits know no Measure,
“Shall be eternally posses’d by thee.
“Thy awful threatning Sceptte thou shalt shake
“O’er all the guilty Foes, and keep them under;
“Just as the massy Bars of Iron break
“The Potter’s weak and brittle Ware asunder.”
Learn then, ye Princes, hear with due Attention,
And be ye wise, ye judges of the Earth;
His sacred Name with humble Rev’rence mention,
And joy before him with a godly Mirth.
Before the Son bow down with due Respect,
Strive to appease him by a low Submission,
Lest he in Wrath revenge the bold Neglect,
And doom you, helpless, to a swift Perdition.
If but in Part, his Anger be inflamed,
What Mortal can the fatal stroke withstand?
He soon shall see his daring Foes ashamed,
And crush’d at once by his Almighty Hand.
Then blest are they, who on our GOD rely,
With constant Hope on his strong Arm depending,
Who humbly strive to serve the LORD most high,
With grateful Hearts and Fervour never ending.