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XL

The Parable of the Labourers in the

Vineyard.

Careful I andlord did the Sun prevent, A

His Business calld, he to the Market went; And there for painful Labourers enquir’d, Whom he to work in his fair Vineyard hir'd; Their Wages fix'd, his Care he twice repeats, With others on the same Conditions crcats.

'I'was now the Hour when the declining Sun Almost the Western Goal of Heav'n had won: Again the Lord did to the Streets repair, And others found, remiss, and idling there; Displeas'd he ask'd 'em-- Why so long they stay, And waste in thriftless Idleneis, the Day? That none had hir'd 'em, they for answer give; Go work, he said, and what is Just, receive. At Night his Steward call'd, the Workmen paid, And first and last their Wages equal made: T'hose murmur who began ar carly Morn, And all the Sun and scorching Heat had born. My Friends, you are not wrong'd, the Lord replies, Why thou'd you then behold with envious Eyes, Another's Gocd? and why, without Offence May I not, as I please, my own dispense? But there are Last who all the First appear, And off the foremost Ranks come latest in the

Rear.

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St. Matth. Chap. XX. Ver. 1,2,3,4.

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1. The kingdom of heaven is like into a man that is an housholder, which went out early in the morning to hire labourers into his vineyard.

2. And when he had agreed with the labourers for a peny a day, be sent them into his vineyard.

3. And he went out about the third hour, and fam others standing idle in the market-place.

4. And said unto them, Go je also into the vinea yard, and whatsoever is right, I will give you.

XLI. Humility recommended of occasion of the

Request of the Zebedees Mother.

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He Mother of the Zebedcan Pair

Embrac'd our Saviour's Feet,and proftrate there,
Unless he'd grant her Boon, refus'd to rise;
He bids her name it, she again replies,
That these my Sons who with thee first embracd
Thy Law, may next thee on thy Throne be plac'd.
Returns our Lord--- You know not what you do,
How dear an Honour 'tis, for which you sue.
And can you then a Fate like mine sustain,
Share in my Suff’rings as you'd share my Reign?
We can, they answer; and you shall, says he,
But for the other, 'tis not lodg'd in me;
That Honour must alone by those be fhard,
For whom by my Great Father 'tis prepar'd.
The Twelve were at th’ambitious Suit enrag'd,
Until their Anger thus our Lord afswag'd:
The World and you a different Course must fteer,
He must be least, who wou'd be greatest here:

The Son of Man expects not Pomp or Fame,
In a mean Servant’s humbie Form lie came;
His Life a Ransoin for Mankind to give,
That fav'd from Death and Well, they might for
ever live,

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XLI. $. MATTH. Chap. XX. Ver.20, to 28.

20. Then came to him the mother of Zebedees children, with her fons, worshipping him, and defiring a certain thing of him, &c.

26. Whofoever will be great among you, let him be your minifter.

27. And whosoever will be chief among you, let him be your servant.

28. Even as the Son of man came not to be mis niftred unto, but to minister, and to give his life & ransom for many,

XLII. Christ's entry into Jerusalem ; the Hom

Sanna's of the People.

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Na mean Ass to Town our Saviour came,

Yet loud Hosanna's his approach proclaim: The Palms fair Branches in his Road they lay, And with their Garments spread the crowded way: Before, behind, unnumber'd thousands press, And with glad Hymns the Son of David bless : Thus came those sacred Oracles to pass, Which in a Vision's intellectual Glass : Ten Ages since by Angels shown to thee Great Iddo's Son, illustrious Zacharie !. Who thuso-- O Sion's Daughter! do not fear! Behold thy King! Behold thy Saviour near! By no triumphant Chariot is he born, No Horse, whom rich Caparisons adorn : A humble Asses tender Fole must bring, The Saviour of the World, fair Salem's peaceful

King

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