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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required 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 eyes 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, 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 faint! to find thy heav'n at last, What compensation for the evils past! Great God, incomprehensible, unknown By sense, we bow at thine exalted throne. O, while we beg thine excellence to feel, Thy sacred Spirit to our hearts reveal, And give us of that mercy to partake, Which thou hast promis'd for the Saviour's sake! "Sewell is dead." Swift-pinion'd Fame thus cry'd. "Is Sewell dead," my trembling tongue reply'd, O what a blessing in his flight deny'd! How oft for us the holy prophet pray'd! How oft to us the Word of Life convey'd! By duty urg'd my mournful verse to close, I for his tomb this epitaph compose. "Lo, here a man, redeem'd by Jesus's blood, "A sinner once, but now a saint with God; "Behold ye rich, ye poor, ye fools, ye wise, "Not let his monument your heart surprise; "Twill tell you what this holy man has done, "Which gives him brighter lustre than the sun. "Listen, ye happy, from your seats above. "I speak sincerely, while I speak and love, "He sought the paths of piety and truth, "By these made happy from his early youth; "In blooming years that grace divine he felt, "Which rescues sinners from the chains of guilt. "Mourn him, ye indigent, whom he has fed, "And henceforth seek, like him, for living bread; "Ev'n Christ, the bread descending from above, "And ask an int'rest in his saving love. "Mourn him, ye youth, to whom he oft has told "God's gracious wonders from the times of old. "I too have cause this mighty loss to mourn, "For he my monitor will not return. "O when shall we to his blest state arrive? "When the same graces in our bosoms thrive."
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