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The Christian Rapture, a Poem A heart sincere, O Lord, thow dout demand, th' upright alone shall in thy. Temple stand to gain thy favor and thy face to see, thee must we follow, and be pure like thee. Justice and truth and chasity divine. Must grow our lives and in our actions shine, each word we speak each thought each breath we draw. Must be submissive to thy sacred law. Thy sacred law, from which more transport flows, than all the pleasures the wide world bestows. This to soul can solid joys in past, The mind enlightens and elates the heart. But I unhappy in my members feel, a law rebelious to thy sacred will; casual and voilent in my breast it reigns, and the understandings luster light disdains.