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For many arrows sharp and strong
amongst you he hath spent
No heavy burdens laid on you
that ye could never bear,
But led you to your well beloved
our father bids us hear.
To gather straying sheep to Christ
he took great pleasure hear,
To fee them drawn by cords of love
his joy he did declare.
The prison walls were never strong
and they had many a flow;
But now he's stretched his pinnons throw
obeyed his Master's call;
He to the living Corner Stone
we hope was once cemented,
Now to the Leabnon above
by death he is transplanted.
If in the happy soil of grace
he grew with pleurae great,
How do you think he'll grow so near
that high and lofty feat,
Where shines the Sun of Righteousness
the heavenly dew comes down:
And he at our Immanuels feet
will quickly cast his crown,
And sing that worthy is the Lamb
who once for me was slain,
Who by his blood did me redeem
his spirit renewed my frame.
We hope he's now unite to Christ
and lives on heavenly food,
And drinks immortal vison in
a noble livelihood.
The good old prophet there before,(his father)
by him will scarce be minded
His pleasure is so great in view
these hands and feet were under
It’s very true our fathers room
but few of us do fill
But yet we hope to stand compleat,
on Zion's heavenly hill,
If he is on the balance laid
