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XXX.
The Canaanitess Daughter dispoflest of

a Devil.
As Jesus walk'd by Sidon's winding Shore,

A Syrian Woman did his Aid implore; Vex'd by a Fiend, whose only Daughter lay In grievous Pains; our Saviour turns away, To her Petition not a word replys; She follows still with Tears, and louder Cries, O Son of David help!--- The Twelve implore He'd let her persecute their Ears no more : To the loft Sheep of Israel am I come, Our Lord returns, to guide their wand'rers. home; Nor can you think it meet the Dogs be fed, (A Race impure and vile) with Childrens Bread.

Nor dare my humble Wishes aim so high, The Woman did again with Tears reply; Yet may the Dogs the falling Crumbs receive, And eat the broken Mear the Children leave. Vanquish'd at length, with Smiles rejoynd our

Lord, Great is thy Faith, and Grear be thy Reward! Make thy own Terms!.--- She went, and on the

Bed Her Daughter found compos’d, the 'angry Damon

fled.

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XXX. St. MATTH. Chap. XV. Ver. 22,

to 28.

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22. A woman of Canaan came out of the same coafts, and cried unto him, saying, Have mercy on me, O Lord, thou Son of David; my daughter is grievously vexed with a devil, &c.

28. Then Felds answered and said unto her, o woman great is thy faith : be it unto thee even as thou wilt. And her daughter was made whole from that very hour.

XXXI. Four Thousand fed with seven Loaves and

a few Fishes. A Gain the Multitude to Jesus come, And with 'em crowd the Blind, the Lame,

the Dumb. These to the Great Physician's Feet they brought, As on a verdant Mountain's side he taught ; From whence he might with ease a Prospect take Of Fordan gliding thro' the Neighb'ring Lake: Nor one return'd unheald, but found relief For each invet'rate Pain, and hopeless Grief: Thrice did the Sun o're Hermon's Cliffs aspire, And thrice beneath the Western Waves retire ; Yet still attentive to his Words they stood, Tho' spent and fainting now for want of Food. Again our Saviour them with Wonders fed, A few small Fishes, and seven Loaves of Bread. Four thousand Souls the heav'nly Feast sustaind, Yer seven large Baskets-full of broken Food re

main'd,

XXXI.

St. MATTH. Chiap. XV. Ver. 36,

37, 38.

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36. And he took the seven loaves, and the fijbes, and

gave thanks, and brake them, and gave to his disciples, and the disciples to the multitude.

37. And they did all eat, and were filled : And they took up of the broken meat tbat was left, seven baskets full.

38. And they that did eat, were four thousand men, beside women and children.

XXXII.

Various Opinions of Christ. Peter's

Confession.

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ND now from Noise and Company retir'd

Our Saviour of his chosen Twelve enquird ; What Thoughts of him the People entertain ? They answer-- Some, that Fobn's reviv'd again : Elias some, and others think they see The Soul of Jeremias breath in Thee. But fervent Cephas boldly--- Thee we own The Christ of God, th’Erernal Father's Son. To whom our Lord--- Barjonas ! thou art blessid, Who early hast this noble Truth confess'd. Thou by thy heav'nly Father this wert taught, And far beyond the School of Nature brought : This Faith the Rock whose Strength shall still excel, My Church unmov'd by all the Powers of Hell. As they to me by my Great Father giv'n, To thee and these I give the Keys of Heav'n: What here you loose, your Sentence I approve, What here you justly bind, my Father binds a

bove.

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