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The following beautiful Stanzas are selected, as suitable
to the foregoing Narrative.
Hark, how the daring sons of infamy,
Who once dissolv’d in pleasures lay,
And laugh’d at this tremendous day.
To rocks and mountains now to hide them cry;
But rocks and mountains all in ashes lie.
Their shame’s so mighty, and so strong their fear,
That rather than appear
Before a God incensed, they would be hurl’d
Amongst the burning ruins of the world,
And lie conceal’d, if possible, for ever there.
The Lord, the sov’reign, sends his summons forth,
Calls the south nations, and awakes the north;
From ⟨east⟩ to west the sounding orders spread
Thro’ distant worlds, and regions of the dead;
No more shall Atheists mock his long delay;
His vengeance sleeps no more; behold the day,
Behold the Judge ⟨descends⟩; his guards are nigh,
Tempest and ⟨fire⟩ attend him down the sky:
Heaven, earth and hell draw near; let all things come
To hear his justice, and the sinner’s doom.
———Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise;
Awake, before this dreadful morning rise;
Change your vain thoughts, your crooked ways amend;
Fly to ⟨the⟩ Saviour, make the Judge your friend;
Lest, like a lion his ⟨last⟩ vengeance tear
Your trembling souls, and no deliverer near.
