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 Is it not foul, weak, ignorant, and blind? Oh Man! from conscious Virtue's Praise Fall'n, fall'n!what Refuge can'st thou find! What pitying Hand again will raise From native Earth thy groveling Frame! Ah, who will cleanse thy Heart from Spot of sinful Blame?

But, See what sudden Glories from the Sky To my benighted Soul appear, And all the gloomy Prospect cheer? What awful Form approaches nigh? Awful: Yet mild as is the southern Wind That gently bids the Forest nod. Hark! Thunder breaks the Air, and Angels speak! "Behold the Saviour of the World! Behold the Lamb of Ye Sons of Pride, behold his Aspect meek![God!" The Tear of Pity on his Cheek! See in his Train appear Humility and Patience sweet, Repentance, prostrate at His sacred Feet, Bedews with Tears, and wipes them with her flowing Hair!

What Scenes now meet my wond'ring Eyes! What hallow'd Grave, By mourning Maids attended round, Attracts the 's Steps? What heart-felt Wound His spotless Bosom heaves with tender Sighs? Why weeps the belov'd, Omnipotent to save? But, lo! He waves his awful Hand! The sleeping Clay obeys His dread Command. ''Oh Lazarus! come forth!''"Come forth and see The dear Effects of wond'rous Love! He, at whose Word the Seas and Rocks remove, Thy Friend, thy Lord, thy Maker, weeps for Thee!"

Thy Walls, Jerusalem, have seen thy King, In Meekness clad, lament thy hapless Fate! Unquench'd His Love, though paid with ruthless Hate! O loft, relentless Sion! Didst Thou know Who thus vouchsafes thy Courts to tread, What loud Hosannas wouldst thou sing! How eager crown his honour'd Head! Nor