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 JERUSALEM. Did ye not then with bursts Of transport mis The loud hos-nmh of. exulting'praise'?, With trembling homage round. his cradle bend, Watelx every.look, aud every smile And all Creatiou/o.nobit  combine To form an off'ring for the. Babe divine Or, when, his mortapart matomd to man, His eartidy.re'miry atleugth began, Did ye not cromi his heav'nly words to hear, And drink instruction with delighted ear ? No---harde'd still yobr embborn souls remain, As sterile roel resist the oftening rain. Tho' to the blind unwonted day returns, And pale Disease with heaith's new ardor burns Tho', deaftother vo/ee;th'.ohedient tomb For him reveve'd. her. universal doom More fell than sickness, colder. than the grave, Ye shar'd his ifts , yet spurn'd athim. who gave. Driv'n* thin' the world, unknowing where to lie, Despls'd rejected, and cohdmn'd to die, Before his foes hehoid Messiah stand, Meek t as a lamb beneath the shearer's hand. O turn on yonder.faded*form your eyes, Oppress'd with sorrow, and consumed in sighs ......... Google 11
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