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Acts Chap. X. Ver. 3,4,5,6.
3. Cornelius a centurion Sizw in a vision evidesztly, about the ninth hour of the day, an angel of Gos: coming in to him, and saying unto bim, Cornelius.
4. And when he looked on him, he was afraid, and said, What is it, Lord? And he said unto him, Tlux prayers and thine alms are come up for a memo ial before God.
5. And now send men to Joppa, and call for one Simon whose surname is Peter:
6. He lodgeth with one Simon a tanner, whose bouje is by the sea-side: he shall tell thee what thou oughtest to do.
He loft his Head a Martyr-Crown to gain :
more near. The Angel who secur'd thee from the Womb, Enrob’d in Light is to thy Rescue come. He came, he saw, he gently couch'd his Side, And bids him rise, the Doors are open'd wide; The first and second Ward unseen they past, The Iron-Gate that mov'd on Hinges vaft, Silently opend to the heav'nly Guide, While his lov'd Charge walk'd wond'ring by his
Side. Another Street they pass'd, from Danger cleard, Forthwith the Angel left his Saint, and disappear'd.
Acts Chap. XII. Ver. 6, 7, 8, 9.
6. Peter was sleeping between two soldiers, bound with two chains; and the keepers before the door kept the prison.
7. And behold, the angel of the Lord came upon him, and a light lined in the prison : and he smote Peter on the side, and raised him up, saying, Arise up quickly. And his chains fell off from his hands.
8. And the angel said unto him, Gird thy self, and bind on thy Sandals : And so he did. And he said unto him, Caft thy garment about thee and follow me.
Di And he went out and followed him,
Hcrod smitten by the Angel of God.
WHEN thus the haughty Tyrant's Rage de
ceiv'd, And of his long expected Prey bereavd; Against his Guards he itorm'd and ray'd in vain, The Saint by Wonders sav'd, while these are slain. Now he's with Tyre's and Sidon's Towns dis
pleas’d, Who him by Gifts at length and Friends appeas’d. When in his glitt’ring Royal Robes aray'd, Whereon the Sun with fierce Reflexions play'd, Plac'd on his Throne he an Oration made. The Crowd with Acclamations rend the Sky, And fawning low, a God! a God! they cry. What flowing Sweetness and what maffy Senle ! No mortal Voice, nor mortal Eloquence! The Tyrant all with secret Pride receives, And scarce his due he thinks th’Assembly gives: But Heav'n who saw him ripe for Wrath, when He To Persecution added Blasphemy; A vengeful Angel sends who smites him there, And from his Throne he tumbles in Despair ; Th' Janmortal Dan now owns fuperiour Pow'r, And yer alive, the Wretch increasing Worms de
Acts. Chap. XII. Ver. 21, 22, 23.
21. Upon a set day, Herod arayed in royal apa parel, Sat upon his throne, and made an oration unto them
22. And the people gave a shout, Saying, It is the voice of a god, and not of a man.
23. And immediately the angel of the Lord (more him, because he gave not God the glory : and he was caten of worms, and gave up the gooft.