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 For love and mercy at the heavenly throne;

To these, and these alone, let sinners flee,

Oft would he call with sweet persuasive tone.

To what exalted fervour would he rise,

When pour′d his raptures of redeeming love;

Who could his warning solemn voice despise,

When sinners′ marble hearts he tried to move.

Alike his doctrines, and his virtues pure,

He liv′d rever′d in this licentious age;

His merits shall for evermore endure,

Recorded in the biographic page.

His merits tell some warm ingenuous friend,

To whom his worth and talents still are dear;

And genius oft-times o′er his tomb shall bend,

And give the tribute of a bitter tear.