If piety forbid such thoughts to rise,
Awake, and open your unwilling eyes:
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God hath left nothing for each age undone, }
From this to that wherein he sent his Son; }
Then think but well of him, and half your work is done. }
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See how his church, adorned with every grace, }
With open arms, a kind forgiving face, }
Stands ready to prevent her long-lost son's embrace! }