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the Son of God, to whose unspeakable philanthropy we are indebted for our all, and whose love will call forth, throughout eternity, the rapturous songs of redeemed and angelic spirits. The deep slumber of spiritual death must be over the mind that does not feel the subduing power of such love as his, and which is not ready to exclaim
U may I breathe no longer than I breathe
R. CLAY, PRINTER, BREAD-STREET-HILL.