Divine Hymns, OR A PARAPHRASE UPON The TEDEƲM, &c. And the SONG of The Three Children OR CANTICLE Benedicite omnia opera, &c. AS They are in the Book OF COMMON PRAYER.

By T. Walker, B.D. Fellow of Sidney-Sussex College.

Omnis creatura non voce, sed opere laudat dominum, quia ex creaturis consequenter creator intelligitur, & in singulis ope­ribus atque effectibus Dei magnificentia demonstratur. Hie­ron. Comment. in Cantic. Benedicite omnia opera, &c.

CAMBRIDGE, Printed by J. Hayes, Printer to the University; for W. Graves, Bookseller there. 1691.

PREFACE.

'TIS much to be lamented that the most ancient and excellent Art, or rather gift of Poetry, shou'd be so much despised, and neglected on the one hand, and abused and corrupted on the other. Indeed the great abuses to which it has been expos'd, and the disservice that men have thereby done to Religion and Vertue, are the only Apology that can be made, for those affronts and reproaches which have been cast upon this, otherwise noble and useful way of expressing our thoughts; and which can only account for the con­tempt, under which it labours at present, in the esteem of some men. For certainly when good sense and vertuous admonitions are decently express'd, in smooth and elegant language, when the periods of our discourse are clos'd, with a pleasing sort of Har­mony, and there is a gratefull cade [...]e [...] in every sen­tence; when manly and becoming sentiments and representations of things are set off with these, and all the other advantages of Poetick numbers, and in­vention; they must needs address themselves more pow'rfully to our minds, and have a greater force upon our affections, either to excite, or quell our Love and Fear, which are the springs of most other p [...]ssions, [Page]than when our conceptions are propounded naked, and destitute of this advantageous clothing. To which purpose the admired M r Waller writes excellently to the Earl of Roscommon:

Well-sounding Verses are the Charm we use,
Heroick thoughts, and vertue to infuse;
Things of deep sense we may in Prose unfold,
But they move more, in lofty numbers told;
By the loud Trumpet, which our Courage aids,
We learn, that sound, as well as sense, persuades.

And without question, it was by delivering good pre­cepts of morality, in numerous and tunefull Verses, and not with the sound of his Hary alone, that Or­pheus wrought such wonders amongst his country men, as to reduce them from a savage barbarity, to a civil and vertuous conversation; which is understood by his drawing Trees after him, by the charming Musick of his Lyre. It seems to appear from this instance, as well as from several others, which might be produc'd, that the Light of Nature taught this manner of writing, as the most commodious and easie way of infusing her precepts into our tender minds; which are more apt to imbibe those rules which are gently instill'd into them, by the soft and insinuating distillations of Poetical numbers, than when they are dictated with a Magisterial authority, and enjoyn'd with severe threats, in harsh and ruggid language: For [Page]men have naturally a good opinion of themselves, and are jealous of anothers ufurping authority over them, and therefore do not like so well to be forc'd into their duty, as to be won with mild and alluring methods. Seeing then this way of writing is apt to have such an influence upon our minds, as to raise in them pas­sions, and affections correspondent to the matter it treats of, and the instructions it inclucates, we ought to be the more concern'd to regulate the abuse of it, and endeavour to imploy it about such subjects, which may render it useful and beneficial to our selves, as well as to the publick; instead of being dangerous and pernicious unto them both. Now there is nothing which is so likely to effect this design, as well as to retrieve its credit, as a serious application of it to that end and purpose, for which it was design'd by Nature and its Author God himself: for to set forth his praise, to record his Judgements and his mercies, was the first matter about which Poetry was employ'd, as we find from the songs of Moses, the most ancient Poetick Hymns that it may be ever were; but for certain none that are now extant can compare with them for Antiquity: for that divine Anthem which Moses, and the children of Israel Sang, after they had pass'd the red Sea, in which the Egyptians were drown'd, was made and rehears'd above Five Hundred years before Homer was born, as appears from com­putation of the Time in the exactest Chronologers. Thus did Poetry serve its apprentiship in the Temple, and was very early dedicated to the offices of religious worship; and for a long time kept it self free from [Page]the vile Arts of flattery, and the viles offices of being instrumental in exciting men to Lewdess and irreli­gion. But as the Devil loves to dance upon holy ground, and to play his magick tricks in imitation of divine miracles, so he envying the service that was done to religion, by the help of divine Hymns, attempted to deflowr the chast virgin, and to divert his sacred, and unpolluted stream into prophare and muddie chan­nels. The Learned need not be instructed how he was wont, of old, to dress his oracular Responses in a Poetical garb; as well to make them look more august and solemn, as by the Harmony of their Num­bers, to charm his credulois Devoto's, into a belief of their Divinity and prophetick inspiration: And since those Oracles have been silenc'd, by the Son of God, as they themselves were forc'd to confess, he has been industrious to convey his poyson into the minds of men, through other pipes, in a no less pernicious, tho in a less pompous manner; by exciting men to the composition of Atheistical Poems, lewd Songs, and scurrilous Rhimes; Tribe of Le­vi, &c. in which inglorious sort of Wit some of our modern Poets have only exceeded their forefathers; and in which they have vented so much spite and rancour against an Order of men, whose but siness it is to promote Religion, that any one with half an Eye may see, that the Authors of those abu­sive Satyrs, strike at Religion, whilest they wound the credit and reputation of those men who are chiefly imploy'd in its service: for the readiest way to bring a contempt upon that, is to vilifie those who imme­diately attend upon it; and by more than ordinary [Page]obligations, are engag'd to stand up in its vindication. Methinks if no other restraints cou'd bridle the petu­lancy of such licentious writers, yet the indecency, and unmannerlyness of being rude and scurrilous, might have some effect upon men who pretend to good breeding; and that the supposed faults of a few, shou'd not provoke them to spit such venom against the whole order, lest others of as good sense as them­selves, make use of their own weapon to wound them­selves with, and take the same method of arguing against them, that they do against others, thus, that, by the same way of reasoning, a man might write Satyrs against all mankind, who, if they be not very Cyphers of the Creation, are listed, and to be reck'ned into some profession, rank, or denomination; in which it will not be difficult to find many irregularities, and offences: but if upon this account men of different degrees and stations, shou'd take the liberty to expose each others party, to be worried with slanders, and re­proaches, what strife, disorder, and confusion must needs follow from such inhuman, and irrational pro­ceedings? it wou'd be more eligible to spend our lives in a retired solitude, remote from all company, and to forego, all the advantages of human society, rather than to be loaded with all the crimes, and reproaches, which perhaps one in some Hundreds may deserve to be accus'd off, and with which he may without in­justice be upbraided. I shall close my reflections upon this point, with the words of one of the best Poets, M r W. this age has produc'd, which afford both matter of instruction, and reproof.

He that proportion'd wonders can disclose,
At once his fancy and his Judgment shows,
Chast moral writing, we may learn from hence,
Neglect of which no Wit can recompence;
The fountain which from Helicon proceeds,
That sacred stream, shou'd never water weeds,
Nor make the crop of thorns and thistles grow
Which Envy or perverted nature sow.

'Tis needless to enlarge in the commendation of divine Poetry, especially to those who have any reve­rence for Religion; seeing that God has been pleas'd that so considerable a part of holy Scripture shou'd be indited in this way of writing; or to spend Time in setting forth its deserved praise to those, who have any respect or esteem for Antiquity. In other cases we have usually a great veneration for it, and men pore upon the broken letters of an old, and rusty inscription, as if they had been written with the pen of an An­gel; whenas after much pains taken, perhaps they find, by the poorness of its fancy, and expression, that 'tis some rude composure of an illiterate Monk; or a barbarous relique of the Goths and Vandals: how much more worthy of our study and regard, are those divine Songs, recorded in the Scripture; which for Antiquity, exceed the most antient Monuments ex­tant; and in sublimity of expression, and profoundness of sense, excell all human compositions, as do all the o­ther [Page]writings of their inspired Authors. And thô the two Hymns I have at present undertook to para­phrase, be no part of canonical Scripture, yet are they so full of divine sense, and affectionate devotion, as to be thought worthy to deserve a place in our pub­lick Liturgy. The first beyond question being as antient as S t Ambrose; and a faithfull record of or­thodox Divinity, and sincere Piety. The Church of Rome indeed, without sufficient ground, admits the Song of the Three children into the Canon of holy Writ, and places it in the Third Chapter of Daniel; where it was not to be found, either in the Hebrew Text; or Transtation of the Seventy Interpreters, when S t Hierom translated the Bible into Latin: for he says himself in his Comments upon this song, that he turn'd it from the version of Theodotion, which he wou'd not have done, if it had been to be found in either of the foremention'd copies of Hebrew, or Greek; which at the same time, both shows that it is of good Antiquity, and also disproves the pretences of the Roman party, of its being an authentick portion of canonical Scripture. But zeal and prejudice have so blinded the Ʋnderstandings of some, in other respects, Judicious men, that rather then they will forego their false, but preconceiv'd opinions, and notions, they run into gross mistakes, and commit intolerable blunders; and are so intent upon gaining their point, that they skip over all the little niceties of probabili­ty and proof. Otherwise how cou'd it happen, that so learned a Man as Morinus, in his Edition of the Septuagint at Paris, with Nobilius his Notes, shou'd [Page]place this Song in the Third Chapter of Daniel, as part of the Seventy's translation, without offering any reason, or making any Apology for his so doing: which he cou'd not but be convinc'd was a cheat put upon the world: except he imagin'd, that the vulgar Latin, which stands over against it, and is made the only authentick Text, by the Council of Trent, by the vertue of its usurped authority, cou'd, as Chy­mists are said to transmute Metals, change the Greek of Theodotion into that of the Septuagint: for as hath been show'd before, this Canticle was not in the Seventy's Translation in S t Hierom's time: for if it had he wou'd certainly have translated his Latine from thence, it being of more authority than the Greek of Theodotion. A man may venture to guess at the reason, without fear of being reputed a conjurer, that induc'd the Council of Trent, to receive those books into the Canon of holy Scripture, which we, accor­ding to the Judgment of the ancient council of Lao­dicea, and the sense of the learnedest Fathers, in the best ages, account to be but Apocryphal: because they being destitute of better proofs to maintain some do­ctrines, in which they dissent from us, and the Ca­tholick church, fancy they find a colourable authority to support them in these books; as for Instance, be­cause Ananias, Azarias, and Misael are call'd upon in this Canticle, to praise God, therefore from thence they frame an argument for the Invocation and wor­ship of Saints: but it much betrays the badness of a cause, to endeavour to establish it by such infirm props, and invalid reasons, which unlike to Rome of old [Page]don't ruin themselves by their own strength, but by their own weakness: for by a parity of reason, they may as well bring an argument for the lawfulness of wor­shiping the Sun, Moon, and Stars, which are likewise call'd upon, and excited to praise God in this Song. I am sensible of having trespass'd upon the candid Readers patience, by prefixing so large a prelude, to so slender a performance: but whilst I was thinking to say sowewhat to the purpose, one thing brought in another, and I cou'd not without some reluctancy, suppress the conceptions, and resentments which offer'd themselves to my meditation. I shall only beg the fa­vour of adding a few Lines more, concerning my present undertaking. In the first Hymn, I have en­deavour'd to keep close to the sense of it, and hope I have not omitted, or misinterpreted any thing ma­terial therein. Where the Song seems to begin afresh, Thou art the King of Glory O Christ— I have inserted Four lines to usher it in; Thus whilst on Earth, &c. In the latter I have had respect to Ho­race his rule, to which all other rules must be subject, as to the most Essential, as Rapin well observes, viz. Reddere convenientia cuique, Hor. de Arte Poet. by endeavouring to ob­serve a Decorum in bringing in every creature prai­sing God, after that manner, which seems most a­greeable to its Nature, wherein if I have at any time fail'd, the defect was in my Judgement not in my will. I must confess the difficulty of expressing the same sence, almost in every Stanza, with different Phrases, and of concluding each with Three Rhimes, to which I at first tyed my self, has forc'd me to [Page]make use of some words, not altogether so fit, and proper, as I cou'd have chosen, if I had not been fetter'd with this threefold chain; but yet, I hope, I have not distorted the sense of any word so far, or used any phrase so uncouthly, but that a candid in­terpretation, and Poetical liberty may be fairly al­low'd to plead my excuse.

A PARAPHRASE UPON The Te Deum, &c.

WE, with our Hearts, our tunefull voice will raise,
In gratefull Hymns, to great Jehovah's praise;
Nor will we any other Gods confess,
Who all than Him are Infinitely less.
Thee, mighty Father, all the world adore,
Invoke thy Bounty, and thy Help implore;
For Bounty can't exhaust thy endless store.
When Thou command'st, the Angels swiftly run,
And, in their flight, out-go the posting Sun;
Whose splendid faces thô they brightly shine,
Yet are but darkness, when compar'd with Thine:
They, in continual songs, resound thy Praise,
And make the Heavens eccho to their Lays.
Thee Cherubin, and Seraphin proclaim,
And, in such strains as these, dilate thy Name;
Thrice Holy Lord of Hosts, what tongue can find
Clear language, to express the labouring mind?
When it attempts, in fitting words, to tell,
The hidden wonders, that in Three-One dwell:
Thy Fame, Thô Heaven's so high, and earth's so low,
Does their too narrow limits overflow;
And thô there were a Thousand Worlds in store,
Thy spreading Glory still wou'd ask for more.
Th' Apostles, by the World so rudely scorn'd;
Now with the brightest rays of light adorn'd,
And in sublimest Bliss, exalted High,
With praises fill the Circles of the Skie.
The Prophets too, who taught thy Heavenly Law,
And things to come, in Dreams, and visions saw;
With clearer eyes, view thy resulgent face,
And all thy winding providences trace:
Then, in an extasie of Joy, admire
And rend the Heavens in a chanting Quire.
The Martyrs, who a Thousand deaths withstood,
And swam to Heav'n, in Seas of Purple Blood,
Now, with Triumphant Garlands crown'd, reherse
Thy matchless praise, in never-dying verse:
The fruitfull offspring of their blood they view,
And then again their Joyfull songs renew.
Thee, Holy Church throughout the World does own,
Th' Eternal Father, of th' Eternal Son,
He's truly so, not by Adoption Thine;
But with the same côeval rays does shine:
None others with him in this Glory share;
Thy only, true, and Honourable Heir:
That worship which we Justly pay to Thee,
We offer Him, upon the bended knee,
Worship divine supposes Deity.
One undivided Essence still remains;
Which Father, Son, and Holy Ghost contains:
To Him the Universal Church does sing,
Who o're the Waters spread his brooding Wing,
When darkness overlaid the formless Deep,
And all things in Non-Entity did sleep:
Before the Sun his Flaming course began;
Or passive Earth was fashion'd into Man.
To Him all Hearts, which He inspires, do bow;
Who from the Father, and the Son did flow,
In streams, which from Eternity did run;
Like Floods of light, from th' Ocean of the Sun:
Thô He's the God of comfort, and of Love,
He does the wicked World for sin reprove.
Thus, whilst on Earth, she blows Her dying fire,
'Till she be mingled with the Heav'nly Quire,
Does, with fresh Songs, th' immortal Theme pursue,
And thus again Her fainting breath renew.
Enlarge the Gates of Praise; shut those of Sin,
And let th' Eternal King of Glory in:
O Christ! who never didst beginning own;
But sat'st upon the Everlasting Throne,
With God the Father, happy in that state,
Before you did the spacious World create:
And when the noblest creature that was made,
By Sin, and Folly, had himself betray'd;
Thou, with compassion, view'd his coming Fate,
And didst the rigour of his Doom rebate:
And when thou didst th' endearing work begin,
To expiate the heinous guilt of Sin,
Thou thy transcendent Glory didst entomb,
And shroud thy God-head, in the Virgins womb:
Those radiant beams, that did surround thy Head,
Which would have struck frail mortal Nature dead,
Were with a veil of darksom Flesh o'respread.
Nor did thy Love the tedious paths decline,
To which thou didst thy patient Soul resign:
A Thousand terrors in thy breast did roul,
And ghastly sights dismay'd thy fainting Soul;
Such dreadfull Agonies thy body tore;
That clotted blood sprang from each widened pore:
But Oh! what tongue can fully represent
The grief, when nails thy Hands, and Feet had rent?
A sable darkness clad the mourning Skie,
And even Rocks relented at thy Cry;
They burst in sunder at that dolo'rous groan,
Which cou'd not pierce some harder hearts of stone:
Then for a time thy God-head did retire,
And left Thee in a painfull death t'expire.
Then all our Sins on thy strong Shoulders lay;
But thou, like Sampson, bore the Gates away:
And as a Victor, marching from the Plain,
Gover'd with mangled bodies of the slain;
With Laurel crown'd, laden with richest spoil,
Does then reward his Valiant Souldiers Toil:
So Thou, when death lay vanquish'd at thy Feet,
In Triumph, didst thy faithfull servants meet,
And thus with smiles, and pleasing language greet.
Your sins no longer shall your Joys delay;
I've open'd now to Heav'n th' inviting way,
To you, who've died e're since the World began,
And unto ev'ry true believing man:
Enter the blisful seats of endless Joy,
Where neither pains, nor woe, nor fears annoy.
Thus having all thy weary stages gone,
Thou didst ascend up to thy Native Throne:
With Joys surrounded, and with glory crown'd,
With which the Father does not more abound.
But when the Day of Universal Doom,
Blest to the good, but direful unto some,
Shall o're the Hills ascend, with trembling ray,
And drive the less affrighting Night away;
Then with the brightest robes of Light array'd,
(The Sun to Thee will seem but like a shade)
Thou wilt descend: th' Ethereal Trump shall sound,
Louder than Thunder; all the World around;
And from the dark recesses of the grave,
And watry bowels, of the surging wave,
Shall summon all the Dead: the listning dust
Of wicked men, as well as of the Just,
Shall hear, and to their fellow Atoms cry
Rise up, to meet the Judge enthron'd on High:
Then those, who never tasted bitter death,
Shall in a moment loose their fleeting breath;
New shapes assume of Glory, or of shame,
And be consign'd to Bliss, or endless flame.
Myriads of Blessed spirits on Thee wait,
And, in a Pompous Train, attend thy State:
Shrill Clarions sound, and waving Banners play,
Whilest thro' the air they cut their easie way.
The rosie Sun, amidst his hasty flight,
Suspends his course, to view th' amazing sight;
Affrighted then, shoots forth such fiery beams;
That melted Mountains flow in pitchy streams.
The spangled Heavens, and the Sphears above,
Astonisht too, in dire confusion move:
From crackling Orbs, the Stars come tumbling down,
And, in the hissing Sea, their Tapers drown.
The Frame of Nature does dissolve, and dye,
New Hev'ns and Earth, the former's place supply.
Then holy Church with flagrant ardour burns,
Her sweetest praise, to zealour prayers she turns:
Assist with thy Almighty aid we pray,
And guide poor mortals in the rightfull way:
We of our selves, are helpless, weak, and blind,
Unthankful, proud, inconstant as the wind.
O'recome with passions, and with Lusts opprest,
With Legions of infernal fiends possest:
Yet for such wretches thou resign'd thy breath,
And underwent a smart, inglorious death:
Those streams of blood, which from thy body ran,
Were shed to save, and rescue sinful Man:
That precious blood, which issu'd from thy side,
Wou'd have redeem'd a Thousand Worlds beside:
No finite tongue its value can repeat,
Whose worth, and price, was infinitely great.
This wondrous Love relieves our pining care:
Supports our minds, and banishes despair;
Inspires with Hope, and drives away our Dread;
And makes us dare to raise our drooping Head;
And beg the greatest Boon that can be giv'n,
The blest enjoyment of a glorious Heav'n:
Where with the Saints, we shall for ever sing,
Sweet Halelujah's, to th' Eternal King.
What Joys and raptures fill that blisfull place:
Where we shall view the God-head face to face.
Heav'n! the best object of our longing mind;
Where happy Souls, true, solid pleasures find:
Securest Harbour, whither can we fly;
When storms, and clouds obscure our troubled Skie.
And that we may this calm, safe Port obtain;
Save us from Shipwrack, on the boistrous main;
From Pyrats guard us, and from Sirens keep,
Whilst we are Sailing o're the dang'rous Deep.
Let not the Wolf, the Lyon, or the Fox,
Devour thy Church; or harm thy tender Flocks;
But with thy true, and faithfull Pastors, feed
The Scatter'd remnants of thy chosen seed.
Defend them from their proud insulting foes,
Whose rage still more, and more imbitter'd grows:
Their sinking minds, and feeble bodies bear
Above the reach of worldly hope; or fear:
And if thy wisdom thinks it just and meer,
Let all their foes lye prostrate at their feet.
(We're dayly mindfull of thy constant care,
And dayly offer up our thankful player:
In sacred Hymns, w' extol thy glorious Name,
And in Thy Temple celebrate thy Fame.
And as thy Church for ever shall endure;
Under thy watchfull providence secure;
Nor blasting envy; nor malicious rage,
With which so oft; unarm'd, she does engage,
Shall ever her foundation overturn;
Tho' men, and Devils too, against it spurn:
So, whilst she sojourns here, she'l always bring
An humble Tribute to her Heav'nly King.
Nor will she cease to praise, and worship Thee,
When Time lies, buried in Eternity.
Conscious of guilt, and of our frailty too,
How prone we are our failings to renew,
We beg thy aid, and thy assisting grace,
To keep our feet from stumbling in our Race.
And seeing Time so swiftly flies away,
And even to its self becomes a prey,
'Tis Folly to neglect the present Day.
Teach us our Instant moments to improve,
In all the duties, both of fear, and Love;
For life's uncertain, and the Years to come,
May not be sprung from Times unfathom'd womb,
E're we be rotting in a loathsom Tomb.
Our faults are many, and our sins are great;
Therefore our calls for mercy we repeat:
Have mercy, Lord! for mercy still we cry;
Let not thy Love our humble suit deny;
For who cou'd stand before thy Judgement seat,
If Mercy did not with thy Justice meet
We shou'd not boldly thus thy favour crave;
But that we know no other Gods can save:
We dare not to the best of Saints resign,
That fear, and trust, which are intirely Thine:
And as we place our confidence in Thee,
So from confusion ever keep us free,
From Worldly shame, and Satans Tyranny.

NOTES.

PAG. the 2. lin. 1. I have used resound in a transi­tive sense, upon the authority of Virgil:

Formosam resonare doces Amaryllida sylvas. Eclog. 1. lin. 5. Pag. the 8. lin. 5, 6.

Then those who never tasted bitter death,
Shall in a moment loose their sleeting breath.

Here I allude to the Mystery S t Paul speaks off, in the 15. Chap. of the 1. Epist. Cor. 51. v. where he says we shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed; which I conceive is not so to be understood, as that those who shall be found alive at the day of Judgement, shall wholly escape the sentence denounc'd against Sin, viz. Death, Rom. 5.12. which is to pass upon all, seeing that all have sinned: but that they shall all dye suddenly, either through fear; or some other preternatural cause, and under go a separation of their souls from their bodies; but they being quickly to be reunited again, and their bodies neither laid in the grave, or turn'd to dust, the persons so dying may be said not to sleep, thô they were really dead, be­cause they were not laid in the grave; for to sleep with their Fathers, or to be buried with their Fathers, are synony­mous terms in holy Scripture. So that this seems to be the A­postle's meaning: we shall not all dye, so us to be buried in our graves, there to lye 'till we be rotten, but some imme­diately, or soon after the dissolution of their soul and body. [Page 14]will have them reunited again, and so appear in Judgement: for it is appointed unto all men once to dye, Heb. 9.27. and after that the Judgement▪ But then wherein consists the Mystery men­tion'd by the Apostle? herein, as I suppose, that from the in­stance of those who shall be found alive at the day of Judgment, the Corinthians shou'd not take any occasion, either to disbe­lieve, or make any objection against the resurrection of the body: for S t Paul having before discours'd only concerning the resurrection of those bodies, which were turn'd into dust, he does in the verse before quoted, as well farther instruct the Corinthians in this matter, as preoccupy an objection which they might make against his preceding doctrin, which we may suppose to be fram'd after this manner: You have, in your foregoing discourse, treated concerning the body's being rais'd from dust, and have illustrated your doctrin from seed sown in the ground, V. 36. which is not quickned except it dye. i.e. unless it be buried and dissolv'd in the Earth: and after the same manner, V. 42. you say, is the resurrection of the dead, it is sown in Corruption, it is raised in incorruption; and if so, them what will become of those who shall be found alive, at the day of Judgement, whose bodies will not lye in the grave to be corrupted, and turn'd to dust, Shall not they therefore rise again? Yes they shall; and this is a Mystery I tell you, thô they shall not sleep i. e. be lodged in the grave 'till they be turn'd to dust, as those have been who died before them; yet they shall both dye, and be rais'd up again, and their corruptible bodies shall be chang'd into incorruptible. From which Interpretation of the Text, P. 579. Oecumenius, upon the place, does not disagree, [...], &c. As to what is said, we shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed, it ought to be understood in this sense, that we shall not sleep so long a sleep, that we shall either lye in the grave, or be turn'd to corruption; but those who shall be found shall undergo a short death, who cannot enjoy any long sleep, by reason of the sudden resurrection that will follow, but all shall be changed, that is, all shall put on incorruption.

A PARAPHRASE Upon the Canticle Benedicite omnia opera, &c.

I.
O Earth arise! ye Heavens downward bend,
And to your great Creators praise attend:
Th' inspiring Theme will flowing Numbers lend.
II.
Let all the Works which Gods commanding word,
From Nothing, into Being brought, afford
Immortal praises to th' Eternal Lord.
III.
Ye Angels that in wondrous strength excell,
Praise the most High, because you never fell,
And on that copious Theme for ever dwell.
IV.
Ye Spheres whose high and vast expanded Face,
Can't limit Him, who knows no Time nor Place;
Extend Gods praise beyond your bounded Space.
V.
You who so nimbly climb, and swiftly fly,
And in perpetual rolls dance round the Skie;
Your motions Tune to gratefull Harmony.
VI.
Ye Waters which th' Almighty does prepare,
Above the spacious Regions of the Air,
In murmuring sounds His dreadful Name declare.
VII.
Ye Natu'ral Pow'rs, whose dark mysterious Laws,
Confound the searchers into ev'ry Cause,
'Advance His Pow'r whence Nature vertue draws.
VIII.
Bright Sun, when thou arifest from thy bed,
And on the World, thy pow'rfull beams doest shed,
God's praise, with Heat, and Light, together spread.
IX.
Thou and the Moon, w ch guide the Day and Night,
Send back your Rays up to the source of Light,
And raise God's Glory bove your dazling Height.
X.
Ye Stars, whose faint and languid beams bestow
A weaker Influence, on Things below,
Unite your force, and God's Just Praises show.
XI.
Let fruitfull show'rs, which cool the gaping Ground,
And make the Earth with Corn and Wine abound,
God's praises o're the Hills and Vales resound.
XII.
Ye Dews which on the Herbs fresh verdure bring,
Fly back in vapours to your Heav'nly spring,
And carry Praises on your balmy wing.
XIII.
Ye boistrous Winds, which rend the trembling Skie,
Where e'er your never-flagging Wings shall fly,
Disperse your Sov'reigns Praises far and nigh.
XIV.
Let breezing Gales, which Fan the buxom Air,
And o're the Seas the floating Castles bear,
Perfume their gentle breath with thankful Prayer.
XV.
Enlivening Heat, and All-consuming Fire,
From human use, to sacred Rites retire,
And unto Heav'n in flaming Praise aspire.
XVI.
Ye diff'rent Seasons of the changing year,
Summer and Winter, let your Praise appear,
Through ev'ry cloudy Day, in ev'ry clear.
XVII.
Let blooming Spring, and fruitfull Autumn try,
In richest praise, each other to outvie,
And never cease 'till aged Time shall die.
XVIII.
Let all the Meteors hauging in the Air,
The hony Dews, and Frosts with silver Hair,
Pure, virgin Praises unto God prepare.
XIX.
Let lambent Flames, which round our Temples play▪
And wandring Fires, which lead us from our way,
God's praise adorn in ev'ry shining Ray.
XX.
Ye gaudy colours of the Showrie Bow,
Which from reflection, and refraction flow,
Let streaming Praise surround your painted Brow.
XXI.
Ye Frost and Cold, whose rigorous force delays
The pleasing Comforts of the warmer Days,
Bend all your rigour to th' Almighty's Praise.
XXII.
Let Snow, which clothes the naked Earth in white,
And Ice, which stops the liquid water's flight,
Dissolve in Praises to the God of might.
XXIII.
Wake sluggish Nights, sing Days with cheerfull joy;
Your precious Hours to Gods great praise imploy,
'Till He shall your alternate Course destroy.
XXIV.
Let Light, the offspring of the glorious Sun,
Whose flight's so swift 'tis finish't when begun,
As swiftly toward God in Praises run.
XXV.
Let Darkness too, which fills the World with Dread,
And o're the Earth does quiet silence spread,
In awful Praises hide its gloomy Head.
XXVI.
Ye Lightnings which th' affrighted world amaze,
And dart quick death from your sharp-pointed rays,
In vocal Flashes speak the Thund'rer's praise.
XXVII.
Ye Clouds, which from the Earth in vapours rise,
And intercept the Influence of the Skies,
Let praises trickle from your weeping eyes.
XXVIII.
Let Mother Earth which Herbs and Fruits does be [...]t,
And with a Thousand Joys relieves our care,
A solemn, grateful Feast to God prepare.
XXIX.
Ye lofty Mountains of the greatest Fame,
O're your aspiring Heads exalt his Name,
Then Eccho't to the Valleys down again.
XXX.
Ye litle Hills, with fruitfull vineyards Crown'd;
For healing Plants, and flowing springs renown'd,
Let Praises from your shaggie Tops rebound.
XXXI.
Ye verdant Pastures, and ye flow'ry Plains,
Which glad the careful hearts of labouring Swains,
Praise the Almighty in your Runal strains.
XXXII.
Let Cedars, Cypress, and the [...]ery Pine
The budding Rose, the Olive and the Vine,
Flourish in Praises to the King Divine.
XXXIII.
Ye springs, that do the Tops of Mountains creep,
In hollow caverns, from the briny Deep,
Soft, lulling Notes to God's great Glory weep.
XXXIV.
Some for unusual Ebbs, and Flows renown'd,
Others that borrow vertue from the Ground,
Let all your Glory to the Lord redound.
XXXV.
Ye curling Seas, that beat the crooked Shoar,
With foaming Mouths, your thanks to Him restore,
Who curbs your waves, & calms you when you roar.
XXXVI.
Ye grateful Floods, which travel to the Main,
And pay your Homage, in a watry Train,
Return with humble Praises back again.
XXXVII.
Ye Whales, and Tenants of the wat'ry Coasts,
Thô dumb and silent, praise the Lord of Hosts,
In signs, more grateful then the loudest Boasts.
XXXVIII.
Ye winged People of the azure Skie,
Where e're you can your well-fledg'd Pinions try,
In Artless Notes, declare that God is High.
XXXIX.
Ye savage Beasts, which o're the Desarts stray,
When in your Paws, you've seiz'd your panting Prey,
With Howls, and horrid Yells, your Thanks repay.
XL.
Ye creeping Insects, that with tardie pace,
Advance your Snakie foulds, from place to place,
In all your winding turns, God's Glory trace.
XLI.
Ye fleecy Flocks, upon a Thousand Hills,
Whose hungry mouths the great Creater fills,
Bleat praise to Him, from whom your Food distills.
XLII.
Your Shepherd never does his Temples steep,
In clammy Dews, of soft, refreshing fleep;
But with a watchful eye, your Folds does keep.
XLIII.
Let other Beasts, that in fat pastures feed,
The Lowing Oxe, the Gow, land neighing Steed,
Proclaim His Bounty, who supplies their Need.
XLIV
Ye sons of Men, whom reason ought to sway,
Thô Lords of all below, no pride betray
But Homage to the Worlds sole Monarch pay.
XLV.
You, who're endu'd with an Immortal mind,
Whom Angels leave not very far behind,
In praises be as constant, and refin'd.
XLVI.
Let Isr'el, God's peculiar people, tread
His Courts with praise, who them from Egypt led,
And in the Wilderness, with Manna fed.
XLVII.
Remember how you went o're ruddie sand;
Whilest wondring waves, like walls of glass, did stand,
'Till you were safely guarded to the Land.
XLVIII.
Then did the willing streams together meet,
And with a humid kiss each other great,
And wash the drown'd Egyptians floating feet.
XLIX.
Let holy Priests with frag [...] Incense come,
And load God's Altars with the choicest Gum,
Then with sweet praise their sacrifice perfume.
L.
Ye Levites, your devoted Hearts inflame
With praises, due to Gods tremendous Name,
And in Melodious Quires his Deeds proclaim.
LI.
Ye servants of the Lord, whose faithful eye,
Can Heav'nly Things, thr [...] Earthy Types def [...]y,
Contemn this World, in Praise ascend on High.
LII.
Ye Souls, who from the Earth have took your flight▪
Releas'd from clay, and cloth'd in Robes of White,
Let praises be your Joy, and chief delight.
LIII.
Ye holy Men, who tread th' unbeaten way,
Which leads to Regions of Eternal Day,
Praise God because you do not goe astray.
LIV.
Ye humble Hearts, whose only pride and Skill▪
Is to pursue what's good, and fly from Ill,
To praise the Lord is to observe his Will.
LV.
O Shadruch, Meshach, and Abednego,
Whom cruel Men into the Flames did throw,
Flames less revengefull than your raging Foe;
LVI.
You, who by Miracle, escap'd that Fire,
Mount up to Heav'n, in Flames of hot desire,
And blessing live, and praising God expire.

NOTE.

PAG. 15. Stanza [...]. It may be asked why the Angels are call'd upon and exerted to praise God, seeīng it as their constant imployment in Heaven to sing Hallelujahs unto him. To which it may be answered, that their being excited to praise God, is as much by way of congratulation as exhortation, according to that saying of Ovid,

Qui monet ut facias, quod jam facis, ipse monendo
Lafudat, & hortatu comprobat acta suo.
He that advises; what thou doest, to doe,
At once exhorts Thee, and commends thee too.
FINIS.

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