“Lord, when thou didst on Sinai pitch,
And shine from Paran, when a firie Law,
Pronounc’d with thunder and thy threats, did thaw
Thy People’s hearts, when all thy weeds were rich,
And Inaccessible for light,
Terrour, and might;—
How did poore flesh, which after thou didst weare,
Then faint and fear!
Thy Chosen flock, like leafs in a high wind,
Whisper’d obedience, and their heads inclin’d.”