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On the Death of the Rev. Dr. SEWELL 1769.
ERE yet the morn its lovely bluſhes ſpread,
See Sewell number'd with the happy dead.
Hail, holy man, arriv'd th' immortal ſhore,
Though we ſhall hear thy warning voice no more.
Come, let us all behold with wiſhful eyes5
The ſaint aſcending to his native ſkies;
From hence the prophet wing'd his rapt'rous way
To the bleſt manſions in eternal day.
Then begging for the Spirit of our God,
And panting eager for the ſame abode,10
Come, let us all with the ſame vigour riſe,
And take a proſpect of the bliſſful ſkies;
While on our minds Chriſt's image is impreſt,
And the dear Saviour glows in ev'ry breaſt.
Thrice happy ſaint! to find thy heav'n at laſt,15
What compenſation for the evils paſt!
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