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WESLEY.
Hence, ye profane: and thou, mine honest muse,Banish the worldly blush from thy false cheek,—
With liberal voice to Wesley's glory speak,
The holy man whom God was pleased to choose
His instrument; from one so good, so meek,
High honour to withhold, or to refuse
Were folly, if not sin; we hail thee then
Glad bearer of good tidings unto men,
Zealous and noble, worthy of the phrase
In which thy Lord, and ours, hath greeted thee,
Well done, thou faithful servant, thine be praise!
These Christ-church cloisters thy pure feet have trod
Mine have trod too; grace grant it,—ev'n to me,
That like a Wesley I may walk with God.
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