opens the prison doors and lets the captives go free  He makes the lame to walk the deaf to hear and the blind to see He is indeed the brightness of his fathers glory and the express Image of His person  Who would not wish to be the friend of such a being  Who would not wish to have his immage [sic] stampt upon their hearts to be made partakers of the nature of a Character all divine and who would not wish in humble adoration to ascribe neverceasing praises to His great name  Surely nothing can be more suitable nothing more propper [sic].  His praise is the anthem of Angels  Why then should man be silent  Certainly