Therefore is my wisest plan
Not to trust in strength of man.
I my heavy sins bewail,
Whilst I view the wo and wail
Handed down so solemnly
In the book of times gone by.
Onward,
onward, now I'll move
In the name of Christ above,
And his Mother true and dear,
She who loves the
wretch to cheer.
All I know, and all I've heard
I will state - how God appear'd
And to Noah thus did cry:
Weary with the world am I;
Let an ark by thee be built,
For the world is lost in guilt;
And when thou hast built it well,
Loud
proclaim what now I tell:
Straight
repent ye, for your Lord
In his hand doth hold a sword.
And good Noah thus did call:
Straight
repent ye one and all,
For the world with grief I see
Lost in vileness utterly.
God's own
mandate I but do,
He hath sent me unto you.
Laugh'd the world to bitter scorn,
I his cruel sufferings mourn;
Brawny youths with
furious air
Drag the Patriarch by the hair;
Lewdness governs every one:
Leaves her
convent now the nun,
And the monk
abroad I see
Practising iniquity.
Now I'll tell how God, intent
To
avenge, a vapour sent,
With full many a
dreadful sign -
Mighty,
mighty fear is mine:
As I hear the thunders roll,
Seems to die my very soul;
As I see the world o'erspread
All with darkness thick and dread;
I the pen can scarcely ply
For the tears which dim my eye,
And o'ercome with
grievous wo,
Fear the task I must forego
I have purposed to perform. -
Hark, I hear upon the storm
Thousand, thousand devils fly,
Who with awful howlings cry:
Now's the time and now's the hour,
We have
licence, we have power
To
obtain a
glorious prey. -
I with
horror turn away;
Tumbles house and tumbles wall;
Thousands lose their lives and all,
Voiding curses, screams and groans,
For the beams, the bricks and stones
Bruise and bury all below -
Nor is that the worst, I trow,
For the clouds begin to pour
Floods of water more and more,
Down upon the world with might,
Never pausing day or night.
Now in terrible
distressAll to God their cries address,
And his Mother dear adore, -
But the time of grace is o'er,
For the Al
mighty in the sky
Holds his hand upraised on high.
Now's the time of madden'd rout,
Hideous cry,
despairing shout;