223 ����Thy Saints, throo' hopes refreshment, shall With hourly Hallelujah's fall, Untill the great Arcangell's call. �Which hasten Lord, thy Chosen Pray, Th' Elect, all languish for that day, Oh come! Lord Jesus, come away! �SOME KEFLECTIONS �In a Dialogue Between TERESA and ARDELIA. On the 2 nd and 3 rd Verses of y* 73 rd Psalm �My feet were allmost gone, my treadings had well nigh slipped; and why, I was greived att the wicked, I doe also see the Vngodly in such prosperity. �Teresa �Heither, Ardelia, I your stepps persue, No solitude shou'd e're exclude a freind, �Your greifs I see, and as to freindship due, �Demand the cause, to which these sorrows tend, What their beginnings were, and what may be their �end? �Ardelia �Alas! Ardelia is not vainly sad, �Nor to the clouds, that shade my carefull brow, �Can fancys, dark and false suggestions add, But my Teresa, since you wish to know, I all my cares will tell, and all my greifs will show. 10 �How, I my God, and his just laws adore, �How I have serv'd him, with my early years, �How I have lov'd his Name, and fear'd his Pow'r, Wittnesse his Temples, where my falling teares, Have follow'd still my faults, and usher'd in my fears. ��� �
