Nimrod, hunting after fame,
2Built this huge
fabric to get him a name
deluge might o’erflow,
4And all man’s petty projects overthrow),
With slime and brick, instead of lime and stone,
6He meant to reach unto God’s glorious throne.
7Oh vain! To think by those
8They could ascend
9Foolishly dreaming their
dim mortal sight
10Could view invisible, inaccessible light!
11From this, the fiction of the
12When they the
Olympic deities oppose;
14When at his head he threw a hundred rocks;
mountain upon mountains hailed.
16Thus, most presumptuously, they Heaven scaled,
17Till thunder routed this rebellious crew.
usurping Nimrods have their due,
19Let their accursed plots prove their delusion,
20For fancied glory, let them find confusion.
But from presumption, Lord, preserve my soul,
22That in thy mercy I may safely
23Resting in Christ, that blessed
Then by his steps I’ll mount his glorious throne.