If Gideon'S Fleece, Which Drench'D With Dew He Found While Moisture None Refresh'D The Herbs Around, Might Fitly Represent The Church, Endow'D With Heavenly Gifts To Heathens Not Allow'D; In Pledge, Perhaps, Of Favours From On High, Thy Locks Were Wet When Others' Locks Were Dry: Heaven Grant Us Half The Omen'May We See Not Drought On Others, But Much Dew On Thee!