Mention, 'tis true, his Name;
Th'enfuing Sect fome fhort remark
did claim.

Says one,* In Jewry then arofe one
CHREST,

So he the furname guefs'd
Another does for Pontius Pilate's
fake,

(Because what Roman Prætors do,
Muft in large letters stand to view)
Of this poor Jew fome notice take;
Says he, When Pontius govern'd Pa-
leftine,

One Chrift has capitaliy punish'd been.

5.

But, as with Jefu's matters 'tis the fate,

It feems, he fix'd the Date
Awkwardly four or five Years too late.
6. An annual Solemnity

In memory of Chrift's Nativity,
Long before this, indeed had room
In all the Calendars of Christendom;
Yet fo devoid of proof the Day
mark'd out,

(To which we ne'ertheless
Juftly incline, and ritually acquiefce)
That fome ftill move a doubt,
Whether, confid'ring circumftance
and clime,

Winter, or fpring, or fummer was

the time?

7. 'Tis well, my Lamb! to thy Humiliation,

And faving of a dull and brutelike
generation,

This alfo did pertain;
Yet when I think again,
That we now know thee as our
bleeding Lover,

Who doft thy Heart's recefs to us
discover,

And calleft us thy Bride;

Ev'n among those, who have his It cannot be deny'd,

Crofs confeft,

Drowsiness is observ'd at least,
(Contempt perhaps 'twas not)
Abfence, and tardiness of thought.
When now above five hundred Years
were spent

In an omiffion strange, if innocent,
Some poor Monk thought, 'twould
with our Faith agree,
To measure Time by Anno Domini,
(The Turks were not so flow,
On Mahomet fuch honour to bestow ;)
And fo at last an Æra he began,
Such or fuch Year from God's becoming
Mani

But we of course must feel fome inclination,

To have of Day and Minute nicer information.

For then, precifely as the clock should ftrike,

We'd keep a Love-feaft for thee, such
as thou wouldst like.

8. We'll keep it as we can;
It hurts not, God be prais'd, our
plan.

Yet one thing makes us blush a little,
That we can of each other,
This fifter, and that brother,
(Excepting our dear Head, who holds
the Rudder,)

Settle the birth-day to a tittle,

And

And many things more neat and 2. Our dear Bridegroom's bloody

TEXT.

He fhewed to them his Hands and his Side, then were the Disciples glad that they did see the Lord.

hue, &c.

TEXT.

Death is fwallowed up in victory. O death where is thy fting? O grave, where is thy victory? (1 Cor. xv.) CHORUS.

[John xx. 20. Blessing and praise we give to thee, &c.

Tby

300.

WHIT-SUNDAY.

TEXT.

Ehold! I fend the promise of

Bmy Father upon you, but tarry

ye in the city of Jerufalem, untill

as the spirit gave them utterance. (A&s ii.)

As ground, when parch'd with fummer's heat,

Gladly drinks in the welcome

show'r;

So here the Twelve at Jefu's feet,

Did wait for and receive the pow'r.
Dear Saviour, may my thirsty heart
Wait at thy Feet, till thou impart
And on me fhow'r,
Thy Spirit's life and pow'r!
CHORUS.

ye be endued with power from on O Holy Ghoft, our fov'reign Good, &C. high. (Luke xxiv. 49.)

* *

So goes the Lord, the Lamb of God,
When peace was made thro' his own
Blood,

Up to his Father dear;
To fend the promis'd Spirit down,
Who fhould make him more fully
known

Unto his brethren here.
Dear Lamb, thou art
A faithful Heart,

To take fuch tender care

Of those thy sheep, who to thee given

are.

&c.

CHORUS.

TEXT.

From Earth be fhould to Heav'n again, Part I. p. 179. When the day of Pentecoft was fully come, they were all together with one accord in one place, and fuddenly there came a found from heaven as of a rushing mighty wind, and it filled the house where they were fitting. And there appeared unto them cloven tongues, like as of fire, and it fat upon each of them; and they were all filled with the Holy Ghoft, and began to fpeak with other tongues,

[ibid. p. 109.

Immanuel, my Brother dear,
My Advocate does there appear,

He pleads my cause with blood:
His Spirit is my Comforter,
Who makes to me ftill lovelier
Him my Dear Lord and God.
He always founds

Of Blood and Wounds,
He tells me faithfully

Of him my Lord, who died for all
and me.

CHORUS.

Praises to thee, God Holy Ghoft, re
fend, &c. Part II. p. 83.
God Holy Ghost! for ever preach the
Lord, &c.

Wherefore we bless each other's happy

Lot, &c.

What hymns, O Father, Son, and Holy
Ghoft, &c. ibid. p. 25.

Or Countries of the Proteftant Profeffion,

By fitly-modify'd concretion,
Affuming certain Forms, (as Provi-
dence,

Part II. p. 142. Compliant with the time
And genius of each Clime,

From Soul-tranfactions plac'd at fuch Guardians of this divine Depofitum;

Part II. ibid.

Yet to our King and Nation
We first wish confolation.

God fave the King! Long live the King! May the King live for ever!