XCVI. The Parable of the rich Glutton and A Lord there was of vaft Eftate and Pride, 1 Whose Robes in Tyrian Purple doubly dy'd; Whose Linen, nice and coftly as his Fare, Might well with thofe of Eaftern Kings compare: Ah! how unlike, a Wretch who at his Gate, Cover'd with Ulcers, for an Alms did wait, But waits in vain, nor wou'd they him afford The broken Reliques of their feftal Board: At length he dies, and free'd from Pain and Care, Kind Angels him to Abr'ham's Bofom bear: Nor cou'd the other's Wealth exempt from Fate, He dies, and greedy Fiends his exit wait: From the dark Pit of Pain he rais'd his Eyes, Abr'ham and Laz'rus sees in Paradise; One drop of Water thence in vain defires, To cool his Tongue, when fcorch'd amidst infernal Fires. XCVI. St. LUKE Chap. XVI. Ver. 19, to 24. 96 19. There was a certain rich man which was clothed in purple, and fine linen, and fared fumptuously every day. 20. And there was a certain begger named Lazarus, which was laid at his gate full of fores, 21. And defiring to be fed with the crumbs which fell from the rich man's table: moreover the dogs came and licked his fores: 22. And it came to pass that the begger died, and was carried by the angels into Abraham's bofom: the rich man alfo died, and was buried. 23. And in kell he lift up his eyes, &c. XCVII Ten Lepers cleanfed: the Samaritan only returns thanks. A Village which did Galilee divide From more abhorr'd Samaria's Northern fide, By chance receiv'd our Lord, as he came down, From his own Fields, for Salem's facred Town: Ten Lepers, an impure and odious Band, Defcry'd him entring; they at diftance stand, And-- Jefus, Mafter, Help, aloud they cry; He bids 'em to the Priests themselves apply: Nor fooner they the Road for Salem took, But them the ftubborn Malady forfook: One of the Ten who faw himself reftor'd, Return'd immediate, and our Lord ador'd: He prais'd th' All-High for his mirac'lous Grace, Tho' he of curs'd Samaria's hated Race. Something of Wonder thus our Lord expreft, Were not Ten cleans'd, but where are all the reft? Not one but this poor Stranger Glory gives To God's Great Name, from whom he Health receives. ---Thy Faith has fav'd thee, I thy Soul release From all its Sins and Fears, and bid thee--- Go in Peace. XCVII. St. LUKE Chap. XVII. Ver. 12, to 171 97 12. There met him ten lepers, &c. 14. And when he saw them, he said unto them, Go fhew your felves unto the priests. And it came to pass, that as they went, they were cleanfed. 15. And one of them, when he faw that he was healed, turned back, and with a loud voice glori fied God, 16. And fell down on his face at his feet, giving bim thanks: and he was a Samaritan. 17. And Fefus answering faid, Were not ten cleanfed but where are the nine ? XCVIII. The Pharifee and Publican go to pray in the Temple. TWO Suppliants to the Temple did repair, The one a Pharisee, who thus begins, From fowl Extortion, and Adultery. To cheat thy Priefts of Tithes I ne're was known, His guilty Eyes to Heav'n he dares not raise, But thus,contrite, with trembling Voice and low, --O God! to me a Sinner, mercy fhow. This humble Penitent acceptance gain'd, While the proud Pharifee in Wrath and Sin remain'd |