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XLII. St. MATTH. Chap. XXI. Ver. 4, to 9.

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4. ---This was done, that it might be fulfilled mbich was spoken by the prophet, saying,

5. Tell ye the daughter of Sion, Behold, thy king cometh unto thee, meek, and fitting upon an ass, and a colt the fole of an afs. 6. And the disciples went, and did as Jesus com

7. And brought the ass, and the colt, and put on them their cloaths, and they set him thereon, &c.

manded them,

XLII.
The Buyers and Sellers cast out of the

Temple.

O God's high Temple Jesus went and found
Large Droves of Oxen spread the sacred

Ground.
From distant Bafan's fertile Pastures bought,
With Sheep from Carmel, or from Sharon brought.
The fair Piazzas round with Shops are filld,
And those with Bankers, well in cheating skilld,
Before 'em tempting heaps of Coin were laid,
Far less has many a Prince and Realm betray'd,
Nor this our Lord, with anger in his Eyes,
A scourge of smarting Cords he well applies,

Then thus--- Ye facrilegious, hence, away! My Father's House where all should meet and pray, By you a Den of Thieves and Robbers made, A noilie Burse for Barter, and for Trade. Then his Disciples thought on Truths forerold Of him, in holy Oracles of old. * For Zeal of thy dear House my Spirits decay, " It links my Strength, and steals my fainting Soul away.

XLIII. St. MATTH. Chap. XXI. Ver. 12, 13.

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12. Fesus went into the temple of God, and cast out all them that fold and bought in the temple, and overthrew the tables of the money-changers, and the seats of them that fold doves,

13. And said unto them, It is written, My house shall be called the bouse of prayer, but ye have made it a den of thieves,

XLIV.

The wicked Husbandmen, and their juft

Punishment.

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Lord there was who plants a noble Vine,
To yield the choicest Grapes and gen'rous

Wine :
This foon he did to Husbandmen convey,
A Just proportion of the Fruits to pay.
As chanc'd he to far distant Regions went,
And when the Vintage came, his Servants sent,
To bring him of the Fruit; the Churls refus'd,
Some did they beat, some kill, and all abus'd:
What shall he do? his Son he speeds away,
For him they sure wou'd rev’rence and obey:
When him the Traitors at a distance spy'd,
The Heir himself! with barb'rous Joy, they cry'd:
Now must our Force and Policy be shown,
Dispatch but him, the Vineyard's all our own.
They did, but when the Lord their Treason knows,
How will he of the Murderers dispose ?
The Wretches he'll destroy, their Houses burn,
To those his Vineyards let, who will the Fruits

return.

XLIV.
St. Matth. Chap. XXI. Ver. 33,to 3%.

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33. There was a certain housholder which planted

vineyard, and hedged it round about, and diggede wine-press in it, and built a tower, and let it out to búsbandmen, and sent his servants to receive the fruits of it, &c.

37. Last of all, he sent into them bis fon, Saying, They will reverence my son.

38. But when the husbandmen Sam the fon, they said among themselves, This is the heir, come, let us kill bim, and let us seize on his inheritance.

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