Hymn II, VIII. WAke, my Soul, rife from this Bed of dull and fluggish Earth, Quickly rife, lift up thy Head, And fee thy Lord's new Birth. Once he came, O bleffed He! Born of a Virgin's Womb, Now he comes (both times for thee) Sprung from a Vir-gin Tomb. Hymn XIX, Hymn XIX. Do I refolve an ea--fie Life, Stor❜d with Plenty, free from Strife? When, dear Lord, thy Days and Nights Pafs'd in Po--ver--ty and Fights. Hymn XX. |