And caus'd the Golden-tressed Sun,

All the day long his course to run.
For his, &c.

The horned Moon to shine by night,
Amongst her spangled fifters bright.
For his, &c.

He with his thunder-clafping hand,
Smote the first-born of Egypt Land.
For his, &c.

And in despight of Pharao fell,

He brought from thence his Ifraele
For his, &c.

The ruddy waves he cleft in twain,

Of the Erythrean main.

For his, &c.

The flouds stood still like Walls of Glass,,

While the Hebrew Bands did pafs.

For his, &c.

But full foon they did devour

The Tawny King with all his power.
For his, &c.

His chosen people he did bless.
In the wastful Wilderness.
For his, &c.

In bloudy battel he brought dowa
Kings of prowess and renowu.
For his, &c.

He foil'd bold Seon and his host,
That rul'd the Amorrean coast.

For his, &c.

And large-limb'd og he did fubduc,
With all his over-hardy crew,

For his, &c.

And to his Servant Ifrael,

He gave their Land therein to dwell,
For his, &c.

He hath with a piteous eye

Beheld us in our misery.

For his, &c.

And freed us from the flavery
Of the invading enemy.

For his, &c.

All living creatures he doth feed,
And with full hand supplies their need,

For his, &,

Let us therefore warble forth

His mighty Majesty and worth
For his, &

That his mansion hath on high Above the reach of mortal eye. For his mercies ay endure, Ever faithfull, ever sure.

JOANNIS MILTONI

LONDINENSIS

POEMATA

Quorum pleraque intra Annum Ætatis Vigefimum Confcripfit.

That his mansion hath on high Above the reach of mortal eye. For his mercies ay endure, Ever faithfull, ever fure.