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His Discourse concerning DEATH.


NORGIVE the Muse, who in unhallow'd Strains

The Saint one Moment from his God detains.

For fure, whate'er you do, where'er you are,
'Tis all but one good Work, one constant Pray’r.
Forgive her; and intreat that God, to whom
Thy favour'd Vows with kind Acceptance come,
To raise her Notes to that sublime Degree,
That suits a Song of Piety and Thee.

Wondrous good Man! whose Labours may repel The Force of Sin, may stop the Rage of Hell: Who, like the Baptist, from thy God was sent The crying Voice to bid the World repent.

The Youth shall study; and no more engage
His fate'ring Wishes for uncertain Age;
No more, with fruitless Care and cheated Strife,
Chase fleeting Pleasure through this Maze of Life;





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Finding the wretched All He here can have,
But present Food, and but a future Grave;
Each, great as Philip's Victor Son, fhall view
This abject World, and weeping ask a New.

Decrepit Age shall read thee, and confefs
Thy Labours can afswage, where Med’cines cease:
Shall bless thy Words, their wounded Souls Relief;
The Drops that sweeten their laft Dregs of Life;
Shall look to Heav'n, and laugh at all beneath;
Own Riches gather'd, Trouble; Fame, a Breath;
And Life, an Ill, whose only Cure is Death.


Thy even Thoughts with so much Plainness flow,
Their Sense untutor's Infancy may know;
Yet to such Height is all that Plainness wrought,
Wit may admire, and letter'd Pride be taught.
Easy in Words thy Style, in Sense sublime;

On its blest Steps each Age and Sex may rile: 'Tis like the Ladder in the Patriarch's Dream,

Its Foot on Earth, its Height beyond the Skies.
Diffusd its Virtue, boundless is its Pow'r;
'Tis publick Health, and universal Cure.
Of Heav'nly Manna 'tis a second Feast,
A Nation's Food, and All to ev'ry Taste.


To its last Height mad Britain's Guilt was rear’d;
And various Deaths for various Crimes she fear'd;
With your kind Work her drooping Hopes revive,
You bid her read, repent, adore, and live.
You wrest the Bolt from Heav'ns avenging Hand ;
Stop ready Death, and save a sinking Land.

O! fave

o! save us still, still bless us with thy Stay;
O! want thy Heav'n, till we have learnt the Way;
Refuse to leave thy destin’d Charge too soon;
And for the Church's Good, defer thy own:
O! live, and let thy Works urge our Belief;
Live to explain thy Doctrine by thy Life;
Till future Infancy, baptiz’d by thee,
Grow ripe in Years, and old in Piety;
Till Christians yet unborn be taught to Die.

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Then in full Age, and hoary Holiness
Retire, great Teacher, to thy promis’d Bliss:
Untouch'd thy Tomb, uninjur'd be thy Dust,
As thy own Fame among the future Just;
Till in last Sounds the dreaded Trumpet speaks;
Till Judgment calls, and quicken’d Nature wakes;
Till through the utmost Earth, and deepest Sea,
Dur scatter'd Atoms find their destin'd Way;
In haste to cloath their Kindred Souls again,
Perfect our State, and build immortal Man:
Then fearless, Thou, who well fustain’d the Fight,
To Paths of Joy, and Tracks of endless Light,
Lead up all those, that heard Thee, and believ'd:
'Midst thy own Flock, great Shepherd, be received;
And glad all Heav'n with Millions thou haft fav’d.

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HEB. IX. 27. It is appointed unto all men once to die.


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HERE is not a more effectual Way to revive the true Spirit of Christianity in the World, than seriously to meditate on what we commonly call the

Four last Things, Death, Judgment, Heaven and Hell; for it is morally impoffible Men should live such careless Lives, should so wholly devote themselves to this World, and the Service of their Lusts; should



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