Six centuries of select hymns and spiritual songs collected out of the Holy Bible together with a catechism, the canticles, and a catalogue of vertuous women / by William Barton.

About this Item

Title: Six centuries of select hymns and spiritual songs collected out of the Holy Bible together with a catechism, the canticles, and a catalogue of vertuous women / by William Barton.
Author: Barton, William, 1598?-1678.
Publication: London :: Printed by J. Heptinstall for William Cooper ...,; 1688.
Rights/Permissions: To the extent possible under law, the Text Creation Partnership has waived all copyright and related or neighboring rights to this keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above, according to the terms of the CC0 1.0 Public Domain Dedication (http://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0/). This waiver does not extend to any page images or other supplementary files associated with this work, which may be protected by copyright or other license restrictions. Please go to http://www.textcreationpartnership.org/ for more information.
Subject terms: Bible. -- O.T. -- Song of Solomon -- Paraphrases, English.; Hymns, English.
Link to this Item: http://name.umdl.umich.edu/A26725.0001.001
Cite this Item: "Six centuries of select hymns and spiritual songs collected out of the Holy Bible together with a catechism, the canticles, and a catalogue of vertuous women / by William Barton." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A26725.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 16, 2024.

All People, &c.

THEN unto Job, God answer made
Out of the Whirl-Wind, and He said
Gird up thy Loyns now like a man
And answer my demands who can?

Wilt thou my judgment disanull,
Wilt thou condemn me, as more full
More full of righteousness than I,
Hast thou a stem like God most high?

Or canst thou thunder all allowd
Like Him that rules the ratling Cloud:
Deck now thy self with Eminence
Of Majesty and Excellence.

Array thy self in glory bright
And beauty which is exquisite,
Cast thou abroad in every path
Cast thou the tokens of thy wrath.

Look upon every man that's proud,
And mask him with a dreadfull Cloud:
Blast all the proud with foul disgrace,
Tread down the wicked in their place.

Hide them in dust at once to dye,
And bind their faces secretly:
And then will I confess to thee
Thine own right hand thy help can be.