{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/celt/fab/fab114.htm","path":"neu/celt/fab/fab114.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/celt/fab/fab114.htm","text":"O GOD, the God of formation,\n Ruler, strengthener of blood.\n Christ Jesus, that guards,\n Princes loud-proclaiming go their course.\n For a decaying acquisition.\n It will not make me without shares,\n The praising thy mercy.\n There hath not been here;\n O supreme Ruler;\n 10 There hath not been; there will not be,\n One so good as the Lord.\n There hath not been born in the day of the people\n Any one equal to God.\n And no one will acknowledge\n Any one equal to him. p. 553\n Above heaven, below heaven,\n There is no Ruler but he.\n Above sea, below sea,\n He created us.\n 20 When God comes\n A great noise will pierce us,\n The day of judgment terribly.\n Messengers from the door,\n Wind, and sea, and fire.\n Lightning and thunder.\n A number without flattery.\n The people of the world groaning\n Will be concealed. A reaching arm will be brought.\n Will be concealed the sea and stars,\n 30 When the Father descends,\n To take vengeance with his hosts\n With trumpets penetrating into the four regions.\n And to set the sea on fire.\n The nations of the world will be burnt,\n Until they are reduced to ashes.\n Was burnt the desert portion\n Before his great presence.\n He will draw a stream\n Before his front rank.\n O Kings will shudder (that) day,\n Woe awaits them!\n When the recompenser shall appear,\n Let the heaven appear below.\n A ruddy wind will be brought\n Out to the cinder,\n Until the world is as desolate\n As when created.\n Saint Peter says it,\n The day of the earth; p. 554\n 50 There will come a Saturday,\n The earth in one furnace.\n Saturday, a clear morning\n The love-diffusing (Lord) will separate us.\n The land of worldly weather,\n A wind will melt the trees:\n There will pass away every tranquillity\n When the mountains are burnt.\n There will be again inhabitants\n With horns before kings;\n 60 The mighty One will send them,\n Sea, and land, and lake.\n There will be again a trembling terror,\n And a moving of the earth,\n And above every field,\n And ashes the rocks will be;\n With violent exertion, concealment,\n And burning of lake.\n A wave do ye displace,\n A shield do ye extend\n 70 To the travelling woe,\n And violent exertion through grief.\n And inflaming through fury\n Between heaven and earth.\n When the Trinity shall come\n To the field of its majesty,\n The host of heaven about it,\n An extensive tribe near it,\n Songs and minstrels.\n And the hymns of angels,\n 80 Will raise from the graves,\n They will entreat from the beginning\n They will entreat together publicly,\n On so great a destiny. p. 555\n Those whom the sea has destroyed\n Will make a great shout,\n At the time when cometh\n He, that will separate them.\n As many as are mine,\n Let them go to the right.\n 90 Those that have done evil,\n Lot them go to the left side.\n Do not thy passions counteract\n What thy lips utter?\n Thy going in thy course into valleys,\n Dark. without lights.\n And mine were his words.\n And mine were his languages.\n And mine was his bright country,\n And their hundred fulnesses.\n 100 The hundredth country present.\n I have not been without battle.\n Bitter affliction was frequent\n Between me and my cousins.\n Frequent trials fell\n between me and my fellow-countrymen.\n There was frequent contention\n Between me and the wretched.\n This ever overcame me,\n Man would never do it.\n 110 (Those) that placed me on the cross\n I knew when young.\n That drove me on the tree,\n My head hung down.\n Stretched were my two feet,\n So sad their destiny.\n Stretched with extreme pain\n The bones of my feet. p. 556\n Stretched were my two arms,\n Their burden will not be.\n 120 Stretched were my two shoulders,\n So diligently it was done.\n Stretched were the nails,\n Within my heart.\n Stretched was the spiking,\n Between my two eyes.\n Thick are the holes\n Of the crown of thorns in my head.\n The lance was struck\n And my side was pierced.\n 130 It will be struck to you also,\n As your right hand (struck me).\n To you there will be no forgiveness,\n For piercing me with spears.\n And the Ruler we knew not\n When thou wert hung.\n Ruler of heaven, Ruler of every people!\n We knew not, O Christ! that it was thou.\n If we had known thee,\n Christ, we should have refrained from thee.\n 140 A denial will not be received\n From the race of the lower country.\n Ye have committed wickedness\n Against the Creator.\n A hundred thousand angels\n Are to me witnesses,\n Who came to conduct me\n After my hanging,\n When hanging cruelly,\n Myself to deliver me\n 150 In heaven there was trembling\n When I had been hung. p. 557\n When I cried out Eli!\n God love-prospering above heaven.\n And sing ye, the two Johns,\n Before me the two primary parts.\n With two books in your hands,\n Reading them.\n There would not come a great difficulty\n .\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\n 160 And yours will be flattery,\n The value of your foolish speech.\n Dissolution will close.\n Upon you to moist Uffern.\n Christ Jesus high hath founded three hundred thousand years,\n Since he is in life,\n And a second thousand before the cross\n Shone Enoch.\n Do not the brave know\n The greatness of their progeny?\n 170 A country present will meet thee,\n And while it may possibly be yours,\n Three hundred thousand years save one,\n A short hour of the day of everlasting life.","title":"Four Ancient Books of Wales: U. Poems Relating to the Lif...","type":"page"}