The Day of Doom
Translated by Michael Wigglesworth
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The opening
A PRAYER UNTO CHRIST THE JUDGE OF THE WORLD.
O Dearest, Dread, most glorious King! I’ll of thy justest Judgments sing: Do thou my head and heart inspire, To Sing aright, as I desire.
Thee, thee alone I’ll invocate, For I do much abominate To call the Muses to mine aid: Which is th’ Unchristian use and trade
Of some that Christians would be thought, And yet they worship worse than naught. Oh! what a deal of Blasphemy, And Heathenish Impiety,
In Christian Poets may be found, Where Heathen gods with praise are crown’d! They make Jehovah to stand by Till Juno, Venus, Mercury,
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About this edition
- The words
- Michael Wigglesworth's English translation, copied word for word.
- Copied from
- Left out
- The source library's header, footer and license, in 2 places
- Notes and pages added by translators, editors or publishers
- Page numbers and running heads from the printed pages, in 2 places
- Prefatory poem by J. Mitchel, identified by its source signature (52 blocks)
- Cotton Mather's funeral sermon and epitaph attributed to Cotton Mather (31 blocks)