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But when the stern conditions were declar'd,
A mournful whisper thro the host was heard,
And the whole hierarchy, with heads hung down,
Submissively declin'd the pond'rous proffer'd

crown,
Then, not till then, th' eternal Son from high
Rose in the strength of all the Deity ;
Stood forth to accept the terms, and underwent
A weight which all the frame of heaven had bent,
Nor he himself could bear, but as Omnipotent.
Now, to remove the least remaining doubt,
That e’en the blear-ey'd sects may find her out,
Behold what heavenly rays adorn her brows;
What from his wardrobe her belov*d allows
To deck the wedding-day of his unspotted spouse.
Behold what marks of majesty the brings;
Richer than ancient heirs of eastern kings:
Her right hand holds the sceptre and the keys,
To shew whom she commands, and who obeys;
With there to bind, or set the finner free,
With that to affert spiritual royalty.

One in herself, not rent by schism, but sound, Entire, one solid shining diamond ; Not sparkles shatter'd into fects like you : One is the church, and must be to be true :

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One central principle of unity.
As undivided, so from errors free,
As one in faith, fo one in fanctity.
Thus the, and none but she, the infulting rage
Of heretics oppos'd from age to age:
Still when the giant-brood invades her throne,
She stoops from heaven, and meets them half

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way down,

you stand,

And with paternal thunder vindicates her crown.
But like Egyptian sorcerers
And vainly lift aloft your magic wand,
To sweep away the swarms of vermin from the

land :
You could like them, with like infernal force,
Produce the plague, but not arrest the course.
But when the boils and blotches, with disgrace
And public scandal sat upon the face,
Themselves attack'd, the Magi strove no more,
They saw God's finger, and their fate deplore ;
Themselves they could not 'cure of the dishonest

sore.
Thus one, thus pure, behold her largely spread,
Like the fair oceàn from her mother-bed ;
From 'eaft to west triumphantly the rides,
All shores are water'd by her wealthy tides.

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every sort

;

The gospel-found, diffus'd from pole to pole,
Where winds can carry, and where waves can roll,
The self-fame doctrine of the sacred page
Convey'd to every clime, in every age.

Here let my sorrow give my satire place,
To raise new blushes on my British race ;
Our failing ships like common-sewers we use,
And thro our distant colonies diffuse
The draught of dungeons, and the stench of stews.
Whom, when their home-bred honesty is loft,
We disembogue on some far Indian coast:
Thieves, pandars, paillards, sins of
Those are the manufactures we export ;
And these the missioners our zeal has made :
For, with my country's pardon be it said,
Religion is the least of all our trade.

Yet some improve their traffic more than we;
For they on gain, their only god, rely,
And set a public price on piety.
Industrious of the needle and the chart,
They run full fail to their Japonian mart ;
Prevention fear, and, prodigal of fame,
Sell all of Christian to the very name;
Nor leave enough of that, to hide their naked

shame.

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Thus, of three marks, which in the creed we

view,
Not one of all can be apply'd to you:
Much less the fourth ; in vain, alas ! you seek
The ambitious title of apostolic :
God-like descent ! 'tis well

your

blood can be
Proy'd noble in the third or fourth degree:
For all of ancient that you had before,
(I mean what is not borrow'd from our store)
Was error fulminated o'er and o'er ;
old heresies condemn'd in ages past,
By care and time recover'd from the blast.

'Tis said with ease, but never can be prov'd,
The church her old foundations has remov’d,
And built new doctrines on unstable sands:
Judge that, ye winds and rains: you prov'd her, ,

yet she stands.
Those ancient doctrines charg’d on her for new,
Shew, when, and how, and from what hands they

grew.
We claim no power, when heresies grow bold,
To coin new faith, but still declare the old.
How else could that obscene disease be purg'd,
When controverted texts are vainly urg'd ?

tradition new, there's somewhat more Requir'd, than saying, 'twas not us'd before.

To prove

Those monumental arms are never stirr’d,
Till schism or heresy call down Goliah's sword.
Thus, what you call corruptions, are, in

truth, The first plantations of the gospel's youth; old standard faith : but cast your eyes again, And view those errors which new sects maintain, Or which of old disturb’d the church's peaceful

reign;
And we can point each period of the time,
When they began, and who begot the crime;
Can calculate how long the eclipse endur'd,
Who interpos'd, what digits were obscur'd:
Of all which are already pass’d away,
We know the rise, the progress, and decay.

Despair at our foundations then to strike,
Till you can prove your

faith apostolic; A limpid stream drawn from the native fource ; Succeflion lawful in a lineal course. Prove any church, oppos’d to this our head, So one, fo pure, so unconfin’dly spread, Under one chief of the spiritual state, The members all combin'd, and all subordi

nate. Shew. such a seamless coat, from schism fo free, In no communion join'd with heresy.

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