��HEAR' ST thou, my foul, what ferious things Both the Pfalm and Sibyl fings Of a fure Judge, from whofe fharp ray The world in flames fhall fly away !
O that Fire ! before whofe face Heaven and earth fhall find no place : O thofe Eyes ! whofe angry light Muft be the day of that dread night.
3- O that Trump ! whofe blaft (hall run An even round with th' circling Sun, And urge the murmuring graves to bring Pale mankind forth to meet his King.