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LXVIII.

St. MARK Chap. XIII. Ver. 1, to
the End.

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1. One of his difciples faith unto him, Mafter, fee what manner of ftones, and what buildings are bere.

2. And Fefus answering faid unto him, Seeft thou these great buildings? there fhall not be left one stone upon another, that shall not be thrown down, &c.

15. Then let him that is on the house-top, not go down into the house, neither enter therein, to take any thing out of his house.

LXIX.

Mary Magdalen with her Box of

Ointment.

T wealthy Simon's pleafant Country-Seat, Where oft our Lord did with the Twelve retreat;

Their courteous Hoft a Banquet did prepare,
And beauteous Magdalena's felf was there:
With Love and Grief contending in her Breast,
The Penitent approach'd their heav'nly Gueft:
A Vial of the pureft Nard the brought,
That e're for thrice its weight of Gold was bought,
Which o're his Head the broke, the rich Perfume
Diffufing all Arabia round the room.
Falfe Judas ftrait with Indignation cry'd,
This Waste might to the Poor have been apply'd.
Blame not, our Lord rejoyns, her pious Care,
Against my Fun'ral she did this prepare;
The Poor you always have, (but I must go).
And when you please to them may Pity fhow:
Whilst the good Deeds this Penitent has wrought,
Shall thro' the World be with my Gospel taught,
As long as Earth remains, or as the Sun
Shall round the radiant Belt his glorious Circle run.

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LXIX.

St. MARK Chap. XIV. Ver. 3, 4, 5,6.

69,

3. As he fat at meat, there came a woman, having an alabaster-box of ointment of Spikenard, very precious; and fhe brake the box, and poured it upon his head.

4. And there were fome that had indignation within themselves, and faid, Why was this waste of the ointment made?

5. For it might have been fold more than three hundred pence, and have been given to the poor. And they murmured against her.

6. And Jefus faid, Let her alone, why trouble ye her? fhe bath wrought a good work on me.

LXX.

The Refurrection of Chrift declared by an Angel to three Women.

Scarce had the fober Morning's doubtful Ray

Beckon'd the Sun and warn'd the Shades away, When the two Maries went with pious Care, T'anoint their Mafter in the Sepulchre : Concern'd, as through the filent Shades they come, To move the pond'rous Stone which clos'd the Tomb.

That Care was vain, their kind celestial Friend
Had roll'd it thence, they to the Vault defcend;
When loe, a Form adorn'd with heav'nly Grace,
Immortal Youth fat fmiling in his Face:
In long white Robes of pureft Æther made,
And his own native Light and Flame array'd;
And to the trembling Women thus he said.
---I know your Cares, difpel your causless Fear,
Jefus you feek, he's Rifen, he's not here.
The joyful News to his Difciples bear,
For Galilee he's gone to meet 'em there.

They went, but till they to th' Apoftles come, To none the Vifion tell, amazement struck 'em dumb.

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LXX.

St. MARK Chap. XVI. Ver. 2, to 8.

70.

2. Very early in the morning, the first day of the week, they came unto the fepulchre at the rifing of the fun, &c.

5. And entring into the fepulchre, they saw a young man fitting on the right fide, clothed in a Long white garment; and they were affrighted.

6. And he faith unto them, Be not affrighted: ye feek Fefus of Nazareth, which was crucified: be is rifen, he is not here: behold the place where they laid him.

7. But go your way, tell his difciples, &c.

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