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 For many arrows sharp and strong

amongst you he hath spent

No heavy burdens laid on you

that ye could never bear,

But led you to your well beloved

our father bids us hear.

To gather straying sheep to Christ

he took great pleasure hear,

To fee them drawn by cords of love

his joy he did declare.

The prison walls were never strong

and they had many a flow;

But now he's stretched his pinnons throw

obeyed his Master's call;

He to the living Corner Stone

we hope was once cemented,

Now to the Leabnon above

by death he is transplanted.

If in the happy soil of grace

he grew with pleurae great,

How do you think he'll grow so near

that high and lofty feat,

Where shines the Sun of Righteousness

the heavenly dew comes down:

And he at our Immanuels feet

will quickly cast his crown,

And sing that worthy is the Lamb

who once for me was slain,

Who by his blood did me redeem

his spirit renewed my frame.

We hope he's now unite to Christ

and lives on heavenly food,

And drinks immortal vison in

a noble livelihood.

The good old prophet there before,(his father)

by him will scarce be minded

His pleasure is so great in view

these hands and feet were under

It’s very true our fathers room

but few of us do fill

But yet we hope to stand compleat,

on Zion's heavenly hill,

If he is on the balance laid