Deism
Must Ethiopians be employ'd for you?
Much I rejoice if any good I do.
I ask O unbeleiver,
Satan's
Hath not thy Saviour been too much
Th' auspicious rays that round his temples
Do still declare him to be Christ
Doth not the great Eternal call him
Is he not pleas'd with his beloved One — ?
How canst thou thus divide the Trinity — The blest the Holy the eternal
Tis Satan's Snares are fluttering in the
Whereby he doth insnare thy foolish
God, the Eternal Orders this to
Sees thy vain arg'ments to divide the
Cans't thou not see the Consequence in store?
Begin th' Almighty monarch to
Attend to Reason whispering in thine
Seek the Eternal while he is so near.
Full in thy view I point each path I
Lest to the vale of black dispair I go.
At the last day where wilt thou hide thy
That Day approaching is no time for Grace.
Too late percieve thyself undone and
To late own Father,
Son, and Holy Ghost.
Who trod the wine-press of Jehovah's wrath?
Who taught us prayer, and promis'd grace and faith ———?
Who but the Son, who reigns supremely
Ever, and ever, in immortal rest.? [sic]The vilest prodigal who comes to
Is not cast out but bro't by Jesus' blood.
When to the faithless Jews he oft did
Some own'd this teacher Some made him a
He came to you in mean apparel
He came to Save us from our Sins, and
Compassion more than language can express.
Pains his companions, and his friends
Immanuel on the cross those pains did bear — Will the eternal our petitions hear?
Ah! wondrous Distiny his life he laid."Father forgive them," thus the Saviour
Nail'd was King Jesus on the cross for us.
For our transgressions he sustain'd the Curse.
The apparent misspellings are hers, it's said that she wrote this and it was published like this, when she was 14 years old.
Phillis Wheatley
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