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Lord to thy flesh & bloud when I repayre
Where dreadfull ioys & pleasing tremblings are
Then most I rellish, most it does me good
When my soule faints & pynes & dies for food.
Did my synns murther thee? to make that playne
Thy peircd dead-liuing bodie bleeds againe.
Flow sadd sweet dropps what diff'ring things you doo
Reueale my synns; & seale my pardon too.
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