How Sin and Men increas'd, what Fate Surpriz'd, What Worlds of Water wash'd their Crimes away; While righteous NOAH, whom they once defpis'd, Secure within his floating Castle lay. By Wonders refcu'd, and by Wonders fed, How Ifrael trac'd the fandy Defarts o're ; What Laws their Saviour fix'd, when them he led To promis'd Seats, and Canaan's happy What Force and Fraud oppos'd their rising State, What Angels on their fide embattel'd food: While how'ring Death did for its Quarry wait, And ancient Kihon drew a purple Flood. But who the fore-moft ftands in Glory's Race? The Great in Arms, Abinoam's Godlike Son! The Great in Arms he thought it no Difgrace, At Deb'rah's Feet to throw the Spoils be won. What joyous Triumphs, and what Songs of Praise, From neighb'ring Tabor's verdant Tops refound! Tabor, which higher feem'd its Head to raife, With native Garlands, and with Laurels crown'd. Such Trophies, oft, nor is the Prefage vain, I see your happy rifing Years shall meet ; Till every haughty Sisera is flain, And Jabin's felf shall tumble at your Feet. So So fall thy Foes, juft Heav'n! thy Pow'r confefs'd, By thofe thy injur'd Goodness dare withstand; While Ifrael's with thy ftrong Salvation bless'd, And Peace, and Plenty crown thy So prays, Your MAJESTY'S Moft Loyal, and most Obedient |