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| When it beares him, he must beare more and die; |
| Now thou art lifted up, draw mee to thee, |
| And at thy death giving such liberall dole, |
| Moyst, with one drop of thy blood, my dry soule. |
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| Resvrrection. |
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| 6 Moyst with one drop of thy blood, my dry soule, |
| Shall (though she now be in extreme degree |
| Too stony hard, and yet too fleshly,) bee |
| Freed by that drop, from being starv'd, hard, or foule, |
| And life, by this death abled, shall controule |
| Death, whom thy death slue; nor shall to mee |
| Feare of first or last death, bring miserie, |
| If in thy little booke my name thou enroule, |
| Flesh in that long sleep is not putrified, |
| But made that there, of which, and for which 'twas; |
| Nor can by other meanes be glorified. |
| May then sinnes sleep, and death soone from me passe, |
| That wak't from both, I againe risen may |
| Salute the last, and everlasting day. |
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| Ascention. |
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| 7 Salute the last and everlasting day, |
| Joy at the uprising of this Sunne, and Sonne, |
| Yee whose just teares, or tribulation |
| Have purely washt, or burnt your drossie clay; |
| Behold the Highest, parting hence away, |
| Lightens the darke clouds, which hee treads upon,
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