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Page 21 Fallen, and corrupt my nature, Yet I dare address thy throne, Speaking thro' a Mediator, Him who makes my prayer his own. "I will not destroy it for ten's sake." Gen. xviii. 32. Wouldst thou for fifty righteous men, For ten, the wicked city spare, And shall ten thousand plead in vain, And mention Jesus in their prayer? Thou, Lord, in answer to the just, Hast long deferr'd Britannia's doom, And praying on, we humbly trust The threatned curse shall never come. "The Lord went his way, as soon as he had left communing with Abraham." Gen. xviii. 33. Unwearied let us still request By instant prayer whate'er we want: The patriarch from asking ceas'd, Before th' Almighty ceas'd to grant. "They smote the men with blindness." Gen. xix. 11. 'Tis thus the Lord his judgment shews On all that slight his mercy's voice, Infatuating his harden'd foes, He blinds them first, and then destroys. "While he lingred, the men laid hold upon his hand, and they brought him forth." Gen. xix. 16. Did I not lingring stand, Till mercy seiz'd my hand, Nor suffer'd me to look Toward those I had forsook; And rescued as a brand I am, Pluck'd out of the infernal flame!