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A DIALOGUE INTITLED THE KIND MASTER AND THE DUTIFUL SERVANT, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Come my servant, follow me
Last Line: And seek the joy of heav'n. Finis.
Subject(s): American Revolution; Worship


Master.
Come my servant, follow me,
According to thy place;
And surely God will be with thee,
And send thee heav'nly grace.

Servant.
Dear Master, I will follow thee,
According to thy word,
And pray that God may be with me,
And save thee in the Lord.

Master.
My Servant, lovely is the Lord,
And blest those servants be,
That truly love his holy word,
And thus will follow me.

Servant.
Dear Master, that's my whole delight,
Thy pleasure for to do;
As far as grace and truth's in sight,
Thus far I'll surely go.

Master.
My Servant, grace proceeds from God,
And truth should be with thee;
Whence e'er you find it in his word,
Thus far come follow me.

Servant.
Dear Master, now without control,,
I quickly follow thee;
And pray that God would bless thy soul,
His heav'nly place to see.

Master.
My Servant, Heaven is high above,
Yea, higher than the sky:
I pray that God would grant his love,
Come follow me thereby.

Servant.
Dear Master, now I'll follow thee,
And trust upon the Lord;
The only safety that I see,
Is Jesus' holy word.

Master.
My Servant, follow Jesus now,
Our great victorious King;
Who governs all both high and low,
And searches things within.

Servant.
Dear Master, I will follow thee,
When praying to our King;
It is the Lamb I plainly see,
Invites the sinner in.

Master.
My Servant, we are sinners all,
But follow after grace;
I pray that God would bless thy soul,
And fill thy heart with grace.

Servant.
Dear Master, I shall follow then,
The voice of my great king;
As standing on some distant land,
Inviting sinners in.

Master.
My Servant, we must all appear,
And follow then our King;
For sure he'll stand where sinners are,
To take true converts in.


Servant.
Dear Master, now if Jesus calls,
And sends his summons in;
We'll follow saints and angels all,
And come unto our King.

Master.
My Servant, now come pray to God,
Consider well his call;
Strive to obey his holy word,
That Christ may love us all.

A Line on the Present War.

Servant.
Dear Master, now it is a time,
A time of great distress;
We'll follow after things divine,
And pray for happiness.

Master.
Then will the happy day appear,
That virtue shall increase;
Lay up the sword and drop the spear,
And Nations seek for peace.

Servant.
Then shall we see the happy end,
Tho' still in some distress;
That distant foes shall act like friends,,


And leave their wickedness.

Master.
We pray that God would give us a grace,
And make us humble too;
Let ev'ry Nation seek for peace,
And virtue make a show.

Servant.
Then we shall see the happy day,
That virtue is in power;
Each holy act shall have its sway,
Extend from shore to shore.

Master.
This is the work of God's own hand,
We see by precepts given;
To relieve distress and save the land,
Must be the pow'r of heav'n.

Servant.
Now glory be unto our God,
Let ev'ry nation sing;
Strive to obey his holy word,
That Christ may take them in.

Master.
Where endless joys shall never cease,
Blest Angels constant sing;
The glory of their God increase,
Hallelujahs to their King.

Servant.
Thus the Dialogue shall end,
Strive to obey the word;
When ev'ry Nation acts like friends,
Shall be the sons of God.

Believe me now, my Christian friends,
Believe your friend call'd Hammon:
You cannot to your God attend,
And serve the God of Mammon.

If God is pleased by his own hand
To relieve distresses here;
And grant a peace throughout the land,
'Twill be a happy year.

'Tis God alone can give us peace;
It's not the pow'r of man:
When virtuous pow'r shall increase,
'Twill beautify the land.

Then shall we rejoice and sing
By pow'r of virtue's word,
Come, sweet Jesus, heavn'ly King,
Thou art the Son of God.

When virtue comes in bright array,
Discovers ev'ry sin;
We see the dangers of the day,
And fly unto our King.

Now glory be unto our God,
All praise be justly given;
Let ev'ry soul obey his word,
And seek the joy of heav'n. Finis.





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