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Of Him, and thro' Him, and to Him are all Things. Rom. 11. ult

Thou only Good! Eternal ALL! What am I when compar'd with THEE! A Piece of animated Clay; An Atom sporting in thy Ray — The Loss would be but small, Should I again to Non-Existence fall: Nay, if thy Glory might but rise, Cheerful my Being I'd resign, And fall a willing Sacrifice To gain a Purpose so divine, So much more worthy than this little Life of Mine!

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