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VGW(PA.740.004
11-18 Jan 1740:31 (181)
From the New York Journal, Nov 26. Mr. Zenger, Please to
give the following lines on the Reverend Mr. Whitefield, a
place in your journal; and you'll oblige many of your
readers, as well as your humble servant, etc.
[1]
Whitefield! That great, that pleasing name
Has all my soul possest:
For sure some seraph from above
Inspires his Godlike breast.
[2]
He comes commission'd from on high,
The Gospel to proclaim;
And thro' the wide extended world
To spread the Saviour's name.
[3]
See! See! He comes, the heav'nly sound
Flows from his charming tongue;
Rebellious men are seiz'd with fear,
With deep conviction stung.
[4]
List'ning we stand with vast surprize,
While rapture chains our powers,
Charm'd with the musick of his voice;
Nor know the passing hours.
[5]
Blasphemers hear the dreadful sound,
Inspir'd with trembling awe;
While he declares their crimson guilt,
And loud proclaims the law.
[6]
While, Whitefield, to thy sacred strain,
Surpriz'd we listen still,
Immortal heights we seem to reach,
Celestial transports feel.
[7]
Approach ye mortals here below,
And flock around the song;
With pleasure hear the saviour's name
Sound from a mortal tongue.
[signed] Juventus.
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