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RE yet the morn its lovely bluhes pread, See Sewell number'd with the happy dead. Hail, holy man, arriv'd th' immortal hore, Though we hall hear thy warning voice no more. Come, let us all behold with wihful eyes The aint acending to his native kies; From hence the prophet wing'd his rapt'rous way To the blet manions in eternal day. Then begging for the Spirit of our God, And panting eager for the ame abode, Come, let us all with the ame vigour rie, And take a propect of the bliful kies; While on our minds Chrit's image is impret, And the dear Saviour glows in ev'ry breat. Thrice happy aint! to find thy heav'n at lat, What compenation for the evils pat!

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