XXVII.

St. MATTH. Chap. XIV. Ver. 19,

20, 21.

27.

19. He commanded the multitude to fit down on the grafs, and took the five loaves, and the two fifbes, and looking up to heaven, he bleffed, and brake, and gave to his difciples, and his difciples to the multitude.

20. And they did all eat, and were filled: and they took up of the fragments that remained, twelve baskets full.

21. And they that had eaten were about five thousand men, befide women and children. E 4

XXVIII.

XXVIII

Chrift walking on the Sea faves St. Peter finking.

T was a dismal and tempestuous Night,

IT

No cheerful Stars afford their friendly Light; When cross the Lake the Twelve directly bore, Their Mafter left behind 'em on the Shore : Their Pilot abfent, they with Waves are toft, All Marks of Land, and Hopes of Safety lost.

And now the folemn Dead of Night was near, When reftlefs Shades, and guilty Ghosts appear, When lo a Shape which struck 'em all with Fear, Approach'd the Bark, they raise a dreadful cry, A Ghoft they thought it, till our Lord--- 'Tis I. Him, Peter firft difcern'd, and bold and brave, Leapt fearless down, and trod the boiftrous Wave,

But finking, cry'd, at laft, O Mafter save!
We did, but did his want of Faith upbraid,
Then to the Ship in fafety him convey'd :

They fhoot away, the Winds oppos'd no more,
And in a Moment reach Capern'um's welcom Shore.

XXVIII

St. MATTH. Chap. XIV. Ver. 29,

30, 31.

28.

29. And when Peter was come down out of the fhip, he walked on the water, to go to Fefus. 30. But when he faw the wind boiftrous, he was afraid: and beginning to fink, he cried, faying, Lord, fave me.

31. And immediately Jefus ftretched forth his hand, and caught him, and faid unto him,

of little faith, wherefore didft thou doubt ?

thou

XXIX.

The Scribes and Pharifees reprov'd for their Traditions.

THE captious Scribes and Pharifees came down,

T'accoft our Lord from Salem's facred Town; Tempting, they ask-- Why he'd their Laws defpife,

And eat with Hands unwash'd ?--- he thus replies;
Nay rather, Why by your Traditions vain,
Do you the Sacred Laws of God profane ?
For God's Command our Parents bids obey
On pain of Death, but your Traditions say,
Who e're to Corban does his Substance give,
He need no more his aged Sire relieve.

In vain you wou'd unwary Minds beguile,
Meats cannot reach the Soul, or that defile :
Adult'ries, Murders, all are from within,
The Heart retains the secret Seeds of Sin.
But Oye blinded Leaders of the Blind,
In vain you hope the Ways of Life to find:
Into the Pit of Pain you all shall flide,

The wilfully-milled with their unfaithful Guide.

XXIX.

St. MATTH. Chap. XV. Ver. 1, to 20.

29.

1. Then came to Jefus, Scribes and Pharifees, which were of Jerufalem, faying,

2. Why do thy difciples tranfgrefs the tradition of the elders for they wash not their hands when they eat bread.

3. But be answered and faid unto them, Why do you also tranfgrefs the commandment of God by your tradition? &c.