Religion & morality > Poem on the creation of the world, or, A meditation on the wonderful operation of the divine hand

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He did ev’n by five Barley Loaves of Bread,
And five fma'.l Fifties, many Thoufands feed.
By Labours, Toils and infinite Diftrefs,
He did his Love to human Kind exprefs.
In ufeful Labours oft, when fpent the Day,
He to a Mountain then retir’d to pray;
For of his own he had no Houfe nor Hold,
Where he at Night was ftielter’d from the Cold:
Foxes had Holes, Birds of Air their Nell,
The Son of Man no where his Head to reft,
Or any Part to lodge for him was found.
But what was borrow’d, or the naked Ground.
In outward Straits he needed oft Relief,
Eftrang’d from Joy, but well acquaint with
Grief.
Yet even as his Meat and Drink, it ftill
To Jesus was, to do his Father’s Will.)
In teaching, feeding of the Multitude,
He fpent his Life entirely doing good.
Until the Time appointed did draw nigh,
That Jesus for his People’s Sins muft die.
For Sinners to the Law,Hhere muft be given
Two Things, before they can be brought to
Heav’n.
Law Precepts muft be perfe&ly obey’d,
And then its awful Penalty be paid.
Christ all this in the Covenant of Grace,
Engaged for in th’ Ele£t Sinners Place;
And to this World for this End did he come
To die into the Elc£fc Sinners Room.
He to his own Difciples did let know
The Suff’rings that he had to undergo.
He told them, that he was to die, and then
On the third Day from Death arife again.