Citation - Connecticut Courant: 1772.04.14

CC-H.772.022
7-14 Apr 1772:41 (381)
I.
To thee, incarnate God, I tune the Lyre,
My voice & harp, & cittern all conspire, 
To sound the glories of th' eternal Son,
Plac'd near the Father, on the eternal Throne.
II. 
Begin, O lute! to move thy golden strings,
While heaven's high arch with love and vict'ry rings;
Sing at the fractur'd powers of death & hell,
How Jesus conquer'd and how Satan fell.
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