Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845.
The Prayer of HabakukXXXVIII. George Wither
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And I grew therewith afear’d;
When the times at fullest are,
Let thy work be then declar’d:
When the time, Lord, full doth grow,
Then in anger mercy shew.
Downe he came from Theman-ward;
And the matchlesse Holy One
From mount Paran forth appear’d;
Heaven o’erspreading with his rayes,
And earth filling with his praise.
From his side there did appeare
Beaming rayes that shined bright,
And his pow’r he showed there;
Plagues before his face he sent:
At his feete hot coales there went.
Of the earth, and view’d it well;
Nations vanisht at his looke,
Auncient hils to powder fell;
Mountaines old cast lower were;
For his waies eternal are.
And the Midian curtaines quake.
Have the flouds, Lord, thee displeased?
Did the flouds thee angry make?
Was it else the sea that hath
Thus prouoked thee to wrath?
And thy saving charrets through;
Thou didst make thy bow appeare,
And thou didst performe thy vowe;
Yea, thine oath and promise past,
To the tribes fulfilled hast.
And the riuers there did flow;
Mountaines seeing thee did shake,
And away the flouds did goe.
From the deepe a voyce was heard,
And his hands on high he rear’d.
And remou’d not in their spheares;
By thine arrowes’ light went they,
By thy brightly shining speares:
Thou in wrath the lands did crush,
And in rage the nations thresh.
With thy Christ for ayd went’st thou;
Thou hast also peirct their chiefe
Of the sinfull household through,
And display’d them till made bare
From the foote to necke they were.
Didst their armies’ leader strike;
For against me they came downe,
To deuoure me wherllwinde-like;
And they ioy in nothing more
Than vnseene to spoile the poore.
And didst ride thy horses there,
Where great heapes of water lay;
I the newes thereof did heare,
And the voyce my bowels shooke;
Yea, my lips a quiv’ring tooke.
Trembling feare possessed me,
I that troublous day might rest;
For when his approches be
Onward to the people made,
His strong troups will them invade.
And the vine no fruit shall yeeld;
Fade shall then the oliue-tree,
Meat shall none be in the field;
Neither in the fold or stall
Flock or heard continue shall.
And in him I will delight,
In my God that saueth me,
God the Lord my only might;
Who my feet so guides, that I,
Hinde-like, pace my places high.