Anonymous

“ Seven scores, seven scores, seven hundreds of saints,
And seven thousands and seven ten scores,
November a number implored,
Though martyrs good they came.
Fifteen scores of saints there were
And three thousand children of Morialis.
In these Decembers above relatives
Over the head of Jesus utter sighs.
Twelve thousand in the convention
Believed through the voice of John.
They worship, they deserve a portion,
In heaven they will not be angry. ”

“ May the Eternal grant me to praise thee!
In the present course, dangerous
Our work; destruction is a slight impulse of wrath.
They reckon of the saints a tribe,
King of heaven, may I be eloquent about thee! ”

“ Nine thousand saints received
Baptism, and religion, and confession.
Notwithstanding death the punishment of people is heat,
Uffern, cold its refuge. If the Lord hath satisfied us,
Through the head of Peter was made the destitute. ”