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3 Flesh is a dang rous foe to grace, And fpurns all facred rules, Its motions we muft till abafe, Left they deftroy our fouls.

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The tongue, that moft unruly pow'r, Requires a ſtrong reftraint:

We must be watchful ev'ry hour, And pray, but never faint.

5 Lord! can a feeble, helplefs worm Fulfil a tafk fo hard!

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Thy grace muft all my work perform And give the free reward.

CCXXVI.

The danger of continuing obftinate in fin. Rom. ii. 4, 5, 6.

UNgrateful finners, whence this fcorn

Of long extended grace? And whence this folly that infults The Almighty to his face?

2 Is it becaufe his patience waits, And gracious bowels move, You multiply audacious crimes, And fpurn his richeft love?