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 Under the Father of all lights,

whose natuer's all divine.

And who gave him these noble gifts

who him endowed with grace;

But he who purchases a room

within his Father's house,

Let us rejoyce in Christ our head

that pour'd so much in him;

That fountain surely must be strong

that yieldeth such a stream.

How sweet was it to hear him preach

his yearly action sermon,

When speakers and the hearers were

wet with the dew of Hermon

Upon that text the forerunner

is gone within the veil

And left to us the gospel ship

that thither we might sail:

Then many cheeks were wet with joy

and tears came droping down,

To hear the stripling sweetly fill

the good old prophet's room;

Then Gabriel Wilson sweetly prayd,

and surly we did wish a'

That old Elijah's spirit might rest

upon our young Elisha.

How sweet was it to hear him preach

sometimes at Oxnam green,

Where every cheek was wet with tears

had you been there and seen;