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$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$Can I believe eternal God could lyeDisguis'd in mortal mold and infancy?That the great maker of the world could dye?And after that, trust my imperfect senseWhich calls in question his omnipotence?Can I my reason to my faith compell,And shall my sight, and touch, and taste rebell?Superiour faculties are set aside,Shall their subservient organs be my guide?Then let the moon usurp the rule of day,And winking tapers shew the sun his way;For what my senses can themselves perceiveI need no revelation to believe.Can they who say the Host should be descry’dBy sense, define a body glorify’d?Impassible, and penetrating parts?Let them declare by what mysterious arts$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$He shot that body through th' opposing mightOf bolts and barrs impervious to the light,And stood before his train confess’d in open sight.

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