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And welcome shouts to make thy entrance sure

And aid to the Throne, whence mercy flows,

Where thou mayst hear pronounced thy blessed doom,

Well done thou servant good, all good is thine;

Then join the shout divine, that sounds in heav'n

Commence an Angel bright & crown thy joy

Say distant soul, didst not thy spirit stay,

When first unbodied thou didst leave thy dust,

To view the sad solemnity of death;

The shocking change that stretchd thy dust inert

That bound each sense that usd to glow in clay,

And lock'd them fast in the profound abys

Of silent sleep, where gloom eternal reigns?

Couldst thou without the least emotion view

The winding sheet prepare, & Slow adavnce

To wrap thy last remains, or what thou thot

Superfluous, or a slugish cumbrous load?

All this perhaps unfeeling thou didst see,

And smild to view the busy throng adjust