XII.

St. Matth. Chap. V. Ver. 10, 11, 12,

12.

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10. Blessed are they which are persecuted for righteousness fake : for theirs is the kingdom of beaven.

11. Blessed are ye when men fall revile you, and persecutc you, and Mall Jay all manner of evil against you falsly for my sake.

12. Rejoyce, and be exceeding glad : for great is your reward in heaven : for. so perfecuted they the Propl:ets which were before ycrii

XII.

Brotherly Love and Forgivenefs enjoyx'd

and directed.

NExt learn the Rules for Sacrifice and Pray’r. 7

If to the Temple thou with gifts repair Unreconcil'd expect no audience there! Propitiare first thy Brother, else in vain From Heav'n thou doft acceptance hope to gain. Forgive, forgiv'n! yourselves my Followers prove; Melt Curses down with Pray’rs, and Hare with

Love ! Your Great Exemplar, make that Love divine Whose fruitful Show'rs still fall, whose Sun docs

shine On Good and Bad Promiscuous: thus you'll be

I bez As far as suits with weak Humanity

S Above the World, and Perfect ev'n as he. Secret your Alms and pious Pray'rs, and known To him, who sees and will reward, alone; Who all things does thro' secret Shades survey, As in the open Light, and blazing Noon of Day.

XIII.

St. Matth. Chap. V.

Ver. 23, 24

23. If thou bring thy gift to the altar, and there' remembrest that thy brother hath ought againft thee; ? 24. Leave there thy gift before the altar, and go thy way, first be reconciled to thy brother, and then come and offer thy gift.

XIV.

The cenforious Sinner.
TO Judge another let not Man presume,

As he'd have Mercy at the last Grear Doom :
What rigid Measure you to others give
Press'd down and running o're you shall receive, .
Why so exact and nice, fond Mortal! why
To find small Mores within thy Brother's Eye,
Tho' Beams within thy own thou canst not spy?
Base Hypocrite! first mend thy self, and then
Thou'lt clearly see the Faults of other Men.

Nor yet is he cenforious who the Root
Does juftly argue from the vitious Fruit.
The churlish Thistle cannot Figs produce,
Nor yield harsh Thorns the Grapes reviving Juice:
Nor scapes that Tree the Planter's hope deceives,
For gen'rous Fruit producing nought but Leaves:
The Ax is rais'd, its dreadful Fall is nigh,
The unconsuming Food of Flames that never die,

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XIV.

St. MATTH. Chap. VII. Ver. 3, 4, 5,

3. IVhy beholdest thou the mote that is in tly brother's eye, but confidereft not the beam tharis in thine own eye?.

4. Or how wilt thou say to thy brother, Let me pull dat the mote out of thine eye, and behold; in bean is in thine own eye ?

s. Thou hypocrite, first cast out the beam out of thine on eye; and then falt thou see clearly to cast out the mote cut of thy brother's eye.