Dar. Now, now confess, 'Twas some superior hand restrain’d their rage, And tam'd their furious appetites. 'Tis true. People. He saves and HE destroys. Aras. O friend! O Daniel! No wav'ring doubts can ever more disturb Dan. To God be all the glory! REFLECTIONS OF KING HEZEKIAH, IN HIS SICKNESS. "Set thine house in order, for thou shalt die."— ISAIAH, Xxxviii. REFLECTIONS OF KING HEZEKIAH, IN HIS SICKNESS. WHAT! and no more? Is this, my soul, said I, Be robb'd at once of health, of strength, of time, In native dust with kindred worms to lie! Where's he, who falsely claim'd the name of Great? Which is the royal particle of earth? Where are the marks, the princely ensigns where ? Which is the slave, and which great David's heir? Alas! the beggar's ashes are not known From his, who lately sat on Israel's throne! How stands my great account? My soul, survey The debt ETERNAL JUSTICE bids thee. pay y! Should I frail Memory's records strive to blot, Will Heav'n's tremendous reck'ning be forgot? Can I, alas, the awful volume tear? Or rase one page of the dread register? "Prepare thy house, thy heart in order set: "Prepare the Judge of Heav'n and Earth to meet.” So spake the warning Prophet.- Awful words! Which fearfully my troubled soul records. Am I prepar'd? and can I meet my doom, Nor shudder at the dreaded wrath to come? Is all in order set, my house, my heart? Does no besetting sin still claim a part? No cherish'd error loth to quit its place, Obstruct within my soul the work of grace! Did I each day for this great day prepare, By righteous deeds, by sin-subduing pray'r? Did I each night, each day's offence repent, And each unholy thought and word lament? Still have these ready hands th' afflicted fed, And minister'd to Want her daily bread? The cause I knew not, did I well explore? Friend, advocate, and parent of the poor? Did I, to gratify some sudden gust Of thoughtless appetite, some impious lust Of pleasure or of pow'r, such sums employ |