CLIV. GOD's Controversy by Fire.

ETERNAL GOD, our humbled Souls
Before thy Presence bow:
With all thy Magazines of Wrath,
How terrible art Thou!

Fan'd by thy Breath whole Sheets of Flame
Do like a Deluge pour;
And all our Confidence of Wealth
Lies mould'red in an Hour.

Led on by Thee in horrid Pomp
Destruction rears its Head;
And black'ned Walls, and smoking Heaps
Thro' all the Street are spread.

LORD, in the Dust we lay us down,
And mourn thy righteous Ire ;
Yet bless the Hand of guardian Love,
That snatch'd us from the Fire.

O that the hateful Dregs of Sin
Like Dross had perish'd there,
That in fair Lines our purged Souls
Might thy bright Image bear.

So shall we view with dauntless Eyes
The last tremendous Day,
When Earth and Seas, and Stars and Skies
In Flames shall melt away.