XXXII St. MATTH. Chap. XVI. Ver. 18, 19. 32. 18. Fefus faid unto him, Thou art Peter, and upon this rock I will build my Church: and the gates of bell fhall not prevail against it. 19 And I will give unto thee the keys of the kingdom of heaven and whatsoever thou shalt bind on earth, shall be bound in heaven and whatsoever thou shalt loose on earth, fhall be loofed in heaven. XXXIII. The Transfiguration of our Saviour. Cephas and Zebedee's two Sons he chose, And to the flowry Top of Tabor goes; Where foon with radiant Flames his Temples shine, Larger his Form appear'd and all-divine. The Sun enthron'd in his Meridian height, Did ne're around him shoot so fair a Light. Mofes and Great Elias both defcend, And at an awful Distance him attend; What they had learnt among the Bless'd explain, His wond'rous Paffions, and his glorious Reign. Such Splendor the Disciples cou'd not bear, But funk profound to Earth and trembled there: When loe a Voice, as rolling Thunder loud, Breaks from the Bofom of a shining Cloud, "THIS IS MY SON BELOV'D: ATTEND WITH AWFUL FEAR! "IN HIM I'M PLEAS'D WITH MEN; LET MEN THEIR SAVIOUR HEAR. XXXIII. St. MATTH. Chap. XVII. Ver. 1, 2, 3. 33 1. Jefus taketh Peter, James, and John his brẻther, and bringeth them up into a high mountain apart, 2. And was transfigured before them, and his face did fhine as the fun, and his raiment was white as the light. 3. And behold, there appeared unto them Moses and Elias talking with him. XXXIV. The foul Spirit caft out of the young Man, AN aged Sire his Son to Jefus brought, And kneeling, thus, with Tears his Aid befought; ---A furious D.emon has my Child poffeft, And from his Cradle robb'd of Sence and Reft: Now plung'd in Water, ready to expire, And now half-burnt we fnatch him from the Fire. And tho' I to thy own Disciples came, My hopes they fail'd, his Torment's ftill the fame. Oftubborn and averfe to proffer'd Grace! How long fhall I endure your faithless Race? Our Saviour inly mov'd with Sighs, replies, To heav'nly Light, why will you clofe your Eyes? Then bids the Fiend diflodge, who halts away, Nor dares he but his dreaded Voice obey, Which shakes Heav'n, Earth and Hell; murm'ring he fled, To his own dark abcdes, and manfions of the Dead. XXXIV. St. MATTH. Chap. XVII. Ver. 14, 15, 16, 17, 18. 14. There came to him a certain man kneeling down to him, and Saying, 15. Lord, have mercy on my fon, for he is lunatick, and fore vexed: for eft-times he falleth into the fire, and oft into the water, &c, 18. And Fefus rebuked the devil, and he departed out of him and the child was cured from that very bour. : |