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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478646" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On the Death of the Rev. Dr. Sewell, 1769</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478646" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Ere yet the morn its lovely blushes spread,<br>See Sewell number'd with the happy dead.<br>Hail, holy man, arriv'd th' immortal shore,<br>Though we shall hear thy warning voice no more.<br>Come, let us all behold with wishful eyes<br>The saint ascending to his native skies;<br>From hence the prophet wing'd his rapt'rous way<br>To the blest mansions in eternal day.<br>Then begging for the Spirit of our God,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478646" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And panting eager for the same abode,<br>Come, let us all with the same vigour rise,<br>And take a prospect of the blissful skies;<br>While on our minds Christ's image is imprest,<br>And the dear Saviour glows in ev'ry breast.<br>Thrice happy faint! to find thy heav'n at last,<br>What compensation for the evils past!<br> Great God, incomprehensible, unknown<br>By sense, we bow at thine exalted throne.<br>O, while we beg thine excellence to feel,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478646" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Thy sacred Spirit to our hearts reveal,<br>And give us of that mercy to partake,<br>Which thou hast promis'd for the Saviour's sake!<br>"Sewell is dead." Swift-pinion'd Fame thus cry'd.<br>"Is Sewell dead," my trembling tongue reply'd,<br>O what a blessing in his flight deny'd!<br>How oft for us the holy prophet pray'd!<br>How oft to us the Word of Life convey'd!<br>By duty urg'd my mournful verse to close,<br>I for his tomb this epitaph compose.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478646" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> "Lo, here a man, redeem'd by Jesus's blood,<br>"A sinner once, but now a saint with God;<br>"Behold ye rich, ye poor, ye fools, ye wise,<br>"Not let his monument your heart surprise;<br>"Twill tell you what this holy man has done,<br>"Which gives him brighter lustre than the sun.<br>"Listen, ye happy, from your seats above.<br>"I speak sincerely, while I speak and love,<br>"He sought the paths of piety and truth,<br>"By these made happy from his early youth;</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478646" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">"In blooming years that grace divine he felt,<br>"Which rescues sinners from the chains of guilt.<br>"Mourn him, ye indigent, whom he has fed,<br>"And henceforth seek, like him, for living bread;<br>"Ev'n Christ, the bread descending from above,<br>"And ask an int'rest in his saving love.<br>"Mourn him, ye youth, to whom he oft has told<br>"God's gracious wonders from the times of old.<br>"I too have cause this mighty loss to mourn,<br>"For he my monitor will not return.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478646" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">"O when shall we to his blest state arrive?<br>"When the same graces in our bosoms thrive."</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Phillis+Wheatley">Phillis Wheatley</a></strong></div>