The Day of Doom; Or, a Poetical Description of the Great and Last JudgementWigglesworth, Michael
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The Day of Doom; Or, a Poetical Description of the Great and Last Judgement
Wigglesworth, Michael
Judgment Day -- Poetry
“If he had stood, then all his brood
had been established
In God’s true love never to move,
nor once awry to tread;
Then all his Eace my Father’s Grace
should have enjoy’d for ever.
And wicked Sprites by subtile sleights
could them have harmed never.
CLXXIV.
Would you have griev’d to have receiv’d
through Adam so much good,
As had been your for evermore,
if he at first had stood?
Would you have said, ’We ne’er obey’d
nor did thy laws regard;
It ill befits with benefits,
us, Lord, to so reward?’
CLXXV. [143]
“Since then to share in his welfare,
you could have been content,
You may with reason share in his treason,
and in the punishment.
Hence you were born in state forlorn,
with Natures so depravéd;
Death was your due because that yo
had thus yourselves behaved.
CLXXVI. [144]
“You think ’If we had been as he
whom God did so betrust,
We to our cost would ne’er have lost
all for a paltry lust.’
Had you been made in Adam’s stead,
you would like things have wrought,
And so into the self-same woe,
yourselves and yours have brought.
_The free gift._
CLXXVII. [145]
“I may deny you once to try,
or Grace to you to tender.
Though he finds Grace before my face
who was the chief oifender;
Else should my Grace cease to be Grace,
for it would not be free,
If to release whom I should please
I have no liberty.
CLXXVIII.
“If upon one what’s due to none.
I frankly shall bestow,
And on the rest shall not think best
compassion’s skirt to throw,
Whom injure I? will you envy
and grudge at others’ weal?
Or me accuse, who do refuse
yourselves to help and heal ?
CLXXIX. [146]
“Am I alone of what’s my own,
no Master or no Lord?
And if I am, how can you claim
what I to sonie afford?
Will you demand Grace at my hand,
and challenge what is mine?
Will you teach me whom to set free,
and thus my Grace confine?
CLXXX. [147]
“You sinners are, and such a share
as sinners, may expect;
Such you shall have, for I do save
none but mine own Elect.
Yet to compare your sin with their
who liv’d a longer time,
I do confess yours is much less,
though every sin’s a crime.
_The wicked all convinced and put to silence._
CLXXXI. [148]
“A crime it is, therefore in bliss
you may not hope to dwell;
But unto you I shall allow
The easiest room in Hell.“
The glorious King thus answering,
they cease, and plead no longer;
Their Consciences must needs confess
his Reasons are the stronger.
_Behold the formidable estate of all the ungodly as they stand hopeless and helpless before an impartial Judge, expecting their final Sentence._
CLXXXII. [149]
Thus all men’s pleas the Judge with ease
doth answer and confute,
Until that all, both great and small,
are silencéd and mute.
Vain hopes are cropt, all mouths are stopt,
sinners have naught to say,
But that ’tis just and equal most
they should be damn’d for aye.
CLXXXIII.
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