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Triumphant rise, that with those tidings come,

I would no more from God & duty roam,

But ly in adoration at his feet,

Who now dispenses pardon from his seat,

Where mercy flows an inexhausted sea,

In which the just may bathe an endless day,

And wash in Crytsal fonts where pleasures flow,

To make the crimson sin turn white as snow,

And near the tree of life the song begin,

That sounds at evry pause the loud amen ~

The greeneyd monster has despoild this frame,

That lies ematiate all thro the raging pain,

Which scarce can raise the weight of feeble breath

That sone will fall a scarifice to death;

And can you now behold this curious frame,

That once gave spirit to my hapless name,

A carcass stretched derpivd of motion all