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20 Great God, incomprehenible, unknown By ene, we bow at thine exalted throne. O, while we beg thine excellence to feel, Thy acred Spirit to our hearts reveal, And give us of that mercy to partake, Which thou hat promis'd for the Saviour's ake!

"Sewell is dead." Swift-pinion'd Fame thus cry'd. "Is Sewell dead," my trembling tongue reply'd, O what a bleing in his flight deny'd! How oft for us the holy prophet pray'd! How oft to us the Word of Life convey'd! By duty urg'd my mournful vere to cloe, I for his tomb this epitaph compoe.

"Lo, here a man, redeem'd by Jeus's blood, "A inner once, but now a aint with God; "Behold ye rich, ye poor, ye fools, ye wie, "Nor let his monument your heart urprize; "'Twill tell you what this holy man has done, "Which gives him brighter lutre than the un. "Liten,