A Psalm of Thanksgiving to be Sung by the Children of Christ's-Hospital, on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday in Easter-Week, according to Antient Custom, for their Founders and Benefactors, 1706. Composed by Mr Barrett ... The Words by S. C. A. M. [i.e. Samuel Cobb] |
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Tuesday.
True Son of God! Eternal Light, Beam'd from the Glory of Thy Father's Throne! Thee trembling Hell is forc'd to own, Triumphet o'er the Realms of Night. How smil'd th'Apostate, when he sayd, The Mystick River from Thy wounded side! How the Devouring Lyon stalk'd! With what insulting Pace he walk'd! Till waken'd from his Downy Sleep, The Holy Lamb redeem'd the Sheep. Death mourn'd to see his own sad Doom so nigh, Condemn'd, by his own Dart, to dye.
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