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XII.

St. MATTH. Chap. V. Ver. 10, 11, 12,

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10. Bleffed are they which are perfecuted for righteousness fake for theirs is the kingdom of beaven.

11. Bleffed are ye when men fhall revile you, and perfecute you, and shall Jay all manner of evil against you falfly for my fake.

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12. Rejoyce, and be exceeding glad for great is your reward in heaven for fo perfecuted they the Prophets which were before you.

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XIII.

Brotherly Love and Forgiveness enjoy'd and directed.

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JExt learn the Rules for Sacrifice and Pray'r. If to the Temple thou with gifts repair Unreconcil'd expect no audience there! Propitiate firft thy Brother, elfe in vain From Heav'n thou doft acceptance hope to gain. Forgive, forgiv'n! yourselves my Followers prove; Melt Curfes down with Pray'rs, and Hate with Love!

Your Great Exemplar, make that Love divine Whofe fruitful Show'rs ftill fall, whofe Sun does fhine

On Good and Bad Promifcuous: thus you'll be
As far as fuits with weak Humanity

Above the World, and Perfect ev'n as he.
Secret your Alms and pious Pray'rs, and known
To him, who fees and will reward, alone;
Who all things does thro' fecret Shades survey,
As in the open Light, and blazing Noon of Day.

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St. MATTH. Chap. V. Ver. 23, 24.

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23. If thou bring thy gift to the altar, and there remembreft that thy brother bath ought against thee;

24. Leave there thy gift before the altar, and go thy way, first be reconciled to thy brother, and then come and offer thy gift.

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XIV.

The cenforious Sinner.

TO Judge another let not Man prefume,

As he'd have Mercy at the last Great Doom: What rigid Measure you to others give Prefs'd down and running o're you fhall receive, Why fo exact and nice, fond Mortal! why To find small Motes within thy Brother's Eye, Tho' Beams within thy own thou canst not spy? Base Hypocrite! firft mend thy felf, and then Thou'lt clearly fee the Faults of other Men.

Nor yet is he cenforious who the Root Does juftly argue from the vitious Fruit. The churlish Thiftle cannot Figs produce, Nor yield harsh Thorns the Grapes reviving Juice: Nor scapes that Tree the Planter's hope deceives, For gen'rous Fruit producing nought but Leaves: The Ax is rais'd, its dreadful Fall is nigh, The unconfuming Food of Flames that never die.

XIV.

St. MATTH. Chap. VII. Ver. 3, 4, 5,

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3. IVby beholdeft thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye, but confidereft not the beam that is in thine own eye?

4. Or how wilt thou say to thy brother, Let me pull out the mote out of thine eye; and behold, beam is in thine own cye?

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5. Thou hypocrite, first caft out the beam out of thine own eye; and then halt thou fee clearly to caft out the mote out of thy brother's eye.

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