What more could fright my faith, than three in one?
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Can I believe eternal God could lie }
Disguised in mortal mould, and infancy? }
That the great Maker of the world could die? }
And after that trust my imperfect sense,
Which calls in question his omnipotence?
Can I my reason to my faith compel,
And shall my sight, and touch, and taste rebel?
Superior faculties are set aside;