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The Defcription of the last Judgment.

THE Son of Man with all his Glory crown'd,
His Father's menial Angels waiting round;

High in Mid-Heav'n his radiant Throne, shall come,
And to the trembling World pronounce their Doom.
On his Right-Hand shall then the Sheep be seen,
The Goats o'th' left, how vaft a Gulf between!
Then to the Juft--- O of my Father bless'd!
Come, come to Joy, and Peace, and endless Rest!
Me in my Poor you did on Earth relieve,
Now in requital all my Heav'n I give.

But to th' Unjuft with angry Frowns he'll fay,
From Bliss and me, ye curs'd, Depart away,
To Flames prepar'd for impious Spir'ts that fell;
'Tis you who chuse it, and must share their Hell.
To me you in my Friends were once unkind,
No Mercy fhew'd, nor Mercy hope to find:
These shall depart to boundless, hopeless Pain,
The Juft in Life, and Blifs, and endless Glory
reign.

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St. MATTH. Chap. XXV. Ver. 31,

32, 33.

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31. The Son of Man fhall come in his glory, and all the holy angels with him, then shall he fit upon the throne of his glory.

32. And before him shall be gathered all nations; and he shall feparate them one from another, as a fhepherd divideth his fheep from the goats: 33. And he fhall fet the sheep on his right hand, but the goats on the left.

LI.

Chrift fends his Difciples to provide the Paffover.

ND now the facred Feftal Day took place,

AND

Which banish'd Leaven from the chofen Race: The twelve our Lord addrefs, and ask him, Where They fhou'd for him the Pafchal Feaft prepare? Who ftrait did to the crowded City send, Bold Cephas, and his Zebedean Friend: Where from the Brook you fee a man return, And Water bear in no capacious Urn, Follow, fays he, his fteps, and thus accost, As my Embaffadors, the courteous Host: "The Master faith, this Day I'll be thy Guest, "And with thee celebrate the Pafchal Feaft. He'll you to a fair furnish'd Chamber guide, Make ready there, and what we want, provide. They went, and all things found as he declar'd, And foon the Wine, and Bread, and facred Lamb prepar❜d.

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St. MATTH. Chap. XXVI. Ver, 17,

18, 19.

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17. Now the first day of the feast of unleavened bread, the difciples came to Jefus, faying unto him, Where wilt thou that we prepare for thee to eat the paffover?

18. And he faid, Go into the city to fuch a man, and fay unto him, The mafter faith, My time is at hand, I will keep the passover at thy house with my difciples.

19. And the difciples did as Jefus had appointed them, and they made ready the paffover.

LII.

The Paffover eaten, and the Betrayer foretold.

IN

Na large Room prepar'd for fuch a Gueft, The Mafter celebrates the Pafchal Feaft:

Himself, for fo his Father did ordain,

t;

Th' unfpotted Lamb for our Offences flain,
Whose Memory he bids his Friends retain,
(Till Heav'n reftores the Substance for the Sign)
In Feafts of myftic Bread and facred Wine:
Tho' firft, as all the Twelve around him fate,
Deep musing on his near approaching Fate,
He thus--- O can it (yet it muft) be true!
The Son of Man's betray'd by one of you.
Name, name the Monster, or fome Signal give,
They all reply, he not deserves to live.
He did, the lurking Traitor foon is shown,
The falle Ifcariot he, no more unknown:
As foon he's by th' invading Fiend poffeft,
And Seeds of Murder fill his avaritious Breaft,