V. The Hand of the LORD upon the Cattle.

THE Creatures, LORD, confess thy Hand,
Thro' Earth and Sky, thro' Sea & Land;
And all their meanest Orders share
Their Maker's Pity, and his Care.

O look from thine exalted Throne,
And hear our panting Cattle moan;
Prone o'er th' untasted Food they lye,
Groan out their Agonies, and dye.

What have these harmless Creatures done
To draw this sore Chastisement down?
'Tis human Guilt for Vengeance calls,
And heavy on the Herds it falls.

From them to us the Stroke might pass,
And mow down Thousands of our Race:
Till Desolation reign'd around,
Our Cities void, untill'd our Ground.

Prevent the Ruin by thy Grace,
And melt our Hearts to seek thy Face:
Blest Fruit of thy correcting Rod
To lose our Beasts, and find our GOD.