O! when th' archangel's trump shall sound, and rouse These moulder'd fabrics from the sleep of death, May I, the last and least among thy train, In chorus full, the world's Redeemer shout, Whilst, with hosannas loud, the solemn pomp Ascends to regions of eternal day.

ib.

ib.

ib.

ib.

43

44

157

ib.

ib.

Page 40, note, read

41,

ERRATA.

oppressors.

dele, after inactive.

47, line 16, read trifle.

59, 2, read approach.

63, note, read Better, All this have I seen, &c.

79, English Text, dele the, before work of God, &c.

121,

read grasshopper.

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