Deism

By Phillis Wheatley

Must Ethiopians be employ'd for you?

Much I rejoice if any good I do.

I ask O unbeleiver, Satan's child

Hath not thy Saviour been too much revil'd

Th' auspicious rays that round his temples shine

Do still declare him to be Christ divine

Doth not the great Eternal call him Son

Is he not pleas'd with his beloved One — ?

How canst thou thus divide the Trinity —

The blest the Holy the eternal three

Tis Satan's Snares are fluttering in the wind

Whereby he doth insnare thy foolish mind

God, the Eternal Orders this to be

Sees thy vain arg'ments to divide the three

Cans't thou not see the Consequence in store?

Begin th' Almighty monarch to adore

Attend to Reason whispering in thine ear

Seek the Eternal while he is so near.

Full in thy view I point each path I know

Lest to the vale of black dispair I go.

At the last day where wilt thou hide thy face

That Day approaching is no time for Grace.

Too late percieve thyself undone and lost

To late own Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

Who trod the wine-press of Jehovah's wrath?

Who taught us prayer, and promis'd grace and faith ———?

Who but the Son, who reigns supremely blest

Ever, and ever, in immortal rest.? [sic]

The vilest prodigal who comes to God

Is not cast out but bro't by Jesus' blood.

When to the faithless Jews he oft did cry

Some own'd this teacher Some made him a lye

He came to you in mean apparel clad

He came to Save us from our Sins, and had

Compassion more than language can express.

Pains his companions, and his friends distress

Immanuel on the cross those pains did bear —

Will the eternal our petitions hear?

Ah! wondrous Distiny his life he laid.

"Father forgive them," thus the Saviour pray'd

Nail'd was King Jesus on the cross for us.

For our transgressions he sustain'd the Curse.

The apparent misspellings are hers, it's said that she wrote this and it was published like this, when she was 14 years old.