Thus Abraham, the friend of God,

Thus all heaven's armies, bought with blood, Saviour of sinners, Thee proclaim,

Sinners, of whom the chief I am.

Naked from Satan did I flee

To Thee, my Lord, and put on Thee :
And thus adorned, I wait the word
"He comes: Arise, and meet thy Lord."

This spotless robe the same appears,
When ruined nature sinks in years:
No age can change its constant hue;
Thy blood preserves it ever new.

Jesu, be endless praise to Thee,
Whose boundless mercy hath for me,
For me, and all Thine hands have made,

An everlasting ransom paid.

Thou God of power, thou God of love,
Let the whole world Thy mercy prove:
Now let Thy word o'er all prevail :
Now take the spoils of death and hell.

O let the dead now hear Thy voice,
Now bid Thy banish'd ones rejoice!
Their beauty this, their glorious dress,
Jesu, Thy blood and righteousness!

VI.

COWPER: NEWTON:

&c. &c.

HE Frenchman first in literary fame,
With spirit, genius, eloquence, supplied,

Lived long, wrote much, laughed heartily, and died:
The Scripture was his jest-book, whence he drew
Bon mots to gall the Christian and the Jew:

An infidel in health, but what when sick?
Oh-then a text would touch him to the quick!
View him at Paris in his last career:
Surrounding throngs the demigod revere;
Exalted on his pedestal of pride,

And fumed with frankincense on every side,
He begs their flattery with his latest breath,
And smothered in't at last, is prais'd to death.

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