A
Pindarick
POEM
on
HABBAKUK
.
I.
WHen
God
from
Teman
came
,
And
cloath'd
in
Glory
from
Mount-Paran
shone
,
Drest
in
th'
unsufferable
Flame
That
hides
his
dazling
Throne
,
His
Glory
soon
eclips'd
the
once
bright
Titan's
Rays
,
And
fill'd
the
trembling
Earth
with
Terror
and
Amaze
.
Resplondent
Beams
did
crown
his
awful
Head
,
And
shining
brightness
all
around
him
spread
;
Omnipotence
he
graspt
in
his
strong
Hand
,
And
listning
Death
stood
waiting
on
his
dread
Command
;
Waiting
'till
his
resistless
Bolts
he'd
throw
;
Devouring
Coals
beneath
his
Feet
did
glow
:
All
Natures
Frame
did
quake
beneath
his
Feet
,
And
with
his
Hand
he
the
vast
Globe
did
mete
;
The
frighted
Nations
scattered
,
And
at
his
sight
the
bashful
Mountains
sled
,
The
everlasting
Hills
their
Founder's
Voice
obey
,
And
stoop
their
lofty
Heads
to
make
th'
Eternal
way
.
The
distant
Ethiops
all
Confusion
are
,
And
Midian's
trembling
Curtains
cannot
hide
their
Fear
:
When
thy
swift
Chariots
pass'd
the
yielding
Sea
,
The
blushing
Waves
back
in
amazement
flee
,
Affrighted
Iordan
stops
his
flowing
Vrn
,
And
bids
his
forward
Streams
back
to
their
Fountain
turn
.
(
2.
)
Arm'd
with
thy
mighty
Bow
,
Thou
marchedst
out
against
thy
daring
Foe
:
And
very
terrible
thou
didst
appear
To
them
,
but
thus
thy
darling
People
cheer
.
"
Know
,
Iacob's
Sons
,
I
am
the
God
of
Truth
,
"
Your
Father
Iacob's
God
,
nor
can
I
break
my
Oath
.
The
Mountains
shook
as
our
dread
Lord
advanc'd
,
And
all
the
little
Hills
around
'em
danc'd
:
The
neighb'ring
Streams
their
verdant
Banks
o'reflow
,
The
Waters
saw
and
trembled
at
the
sight
,
Back
to
their
old
Abyss
they
go
,
And
bear
the
News
to
everlasting
Night
:
The
Mother
Deep
within
its
hollow
Caverns
roars
.
And
beats
the
silent
Shores
.
The
Sun
above
no
longer
dares
to
strive
,
Nor
will
his
frighted
Steeds
their
wonted
Iourney
drive
.
The
Moon
,
to
see
her
Brother
stop
his
Car
,
Grew
pale
,
and
curb'd
her
sable
Reins
for
Fear
,
Thy
threatning
Arrows
gild
their
flaming
way
,
And
at
the
glittering
of
thy
Spear
the
Heathen
dare
not
stay
;
The
very
sight
of
thee
did
them
subdue
,
And
arm'd
with
Fury
thou
the
Vict'ry
didst
pursue
.
So
now
,
great
God
,
wrapt
in
avenging
Thunder
,
Meet
thine
and
William's
Foes
,
and
tread
them
groveling
under
.