When hofpitable Kindness thus is paid, What must be theirs who Friendships Laws in vade? What Punishment for him who has his Guest betray'd. ? O rather boundless Pity, boundless Pow'r, While this below, thofe glorious Forms above, --He figh'd at length, and look'd amaz'd around ; But more his Mother, when the Prophet borc The twice-born Youth, and did to her reftore: Wonder at once and Terror, Joy and Fear, Exactly mingled in her Face appear; Soon CLXXI. I KINGS, Chap. XVII. from Ver. 17. to the End. 、、 ། $73 Ver. 19. And Elijah faid unto the widow woman, Give me thy fon. And he took him out of her bosom, and carried him up into a loft, where he abode, and laid him upon bis own bed. 20. And he cried unto the Lord, and faid, O Lord my God, &c. 22. And the Lord heard the voice of Elijah, and the foul of the child came unto him again, and he revived. 23. And Elijah took the child, and brought him down out of the chamber into the house, and delivered him unto his mother: and Elijah faid, See, thy fon liveth. Bb 3 Soon, When hofpitable Kindness thus is paid, What must be theirs who Friendships Laws invade? What Punishment for him who has his Guest be- O rather boundless Pity, boundless Pow'r, While this below, thofe glorious Forms above, Soon CLXXI. I KINGS, Chap. XVII. from Ver. 17. to the End. Ver. 19. And Elijah faid unto the widow woman, Give me thy fon. And he took him out of her bosom, and carried him up into a loft, where he abode, and laid him ироп bis own bed. 20. And he cried unto the Lord, and faid, O Lord my God, &c. 22. And the Lord heard the voice of Elijah, and the foul of the child came unto him again, and he revived. 23. And Elijah took the child, and brought him down out of the chamber into the house, and delivered him unto his mother: and Elijah faid, See, thy fon liveth. Bb 3 Soon, Soon as her crowding Thoughts cou'd find a Vent, 7 I know, she said, that you from Heav'n are sent: Your Miffion true by this authentic Sign, (vine From God, from God you come, your Words are AH di CLXXII. Obadiah hides the Prophets in Caves: He meets Elijah. HE Famine rag'd, but Jezebel accurs'd Tor all her wafted Country's Plagues the worft, Ahab, to Murther and to Mischief prone, She to his Ruin urges and her own: With fuch a Friend to all her black Designs, Who e're the King's Religion dar'd oppose, But Virtue ev'n in Tyrants Courts has Friends, Forc'd from their Colleges their Wants relieves, Behold |