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From MICAH, Ch. VI. 5, 6, 7.
I.
Wherewith shall I approach this aweful Lord,What shall I bring,
What Sacrifice
Will not so great a Deity despise;
Tell me, you lofty Spirits that fall down,
The nearest to his Heavn'ly Throne,
O! tell me how,
Or how shall I before our dread Creator bow.
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No equal Offering,
Ten Thousand Rams, a bounteous Offering 'tis,
When all the Flocks upon a thousand spacious Hills are his;
Will Streams of fragrant Oil his Wrath controul;
Or the more precious Flood,
Of my dear first-born's Blood,
Compound for all my Debts, and make a full Atonement for my Soul.
II.
If not, great God, what then dost thou require,Or what wilt Thou daign to accept from me,
All, That my Own thou giv'st me Leave to call,
I willingly again resign to Thee.
My Youth and all its blooming Heat,
My Muse and every Raptur'd Thought, to Thee I Dedicate.
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Should to its own Celestial Orb retire)
And all my darling Vanities,
For thee, my God, I'll sacrifice,
My fav'rite Lust and all,
Among the rest, promiscuously shall fall;
No more that fond beloved Sin I'll spare,
Than the great Patriarch wou'd have done his Heir,
And this, great God, altho' a worthless Prize,
Is a sincere, intire, and early Sacrifice.
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