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| XV. |
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| Wilt thou love God as he thee! then digest, |
| My Soule, this wholesome meditation, |
| How God the Spirit, by Angels waited on |
| In heaven, doth make his Temple in thy brest, |
| The Father having begot a Sonne most blest, |
| And still begetting, (for he ne'r begun) |
| Hath deign'd to chuse thee by adoption, |
| Coheire to'his glory,'and Sabbaths endlesse rest. |
| And as a robb'd man, which by search doth finde |
| His stolne stuffe sold, must lose or buy'it againe: |
| The Sunne of glory came downe, and was slaine, |
| Vs whom he'had made, and Satan stole, to unbinde. |
| 'Twas much, that man was made like God before, |
| But, that God should be made like man, much more. |
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| XVI. |
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| Father, part of his double interest |
| Vnto thy kingdome, thy Sonne gives to me, |
| His joynture in the knottie Trinitie |
| He keeps, and gives to me his deaths conquest. |
| This Lambe, whose death, with life the world hath blest, |
| Was from the worlds beginning slaine, and he |
| Hath made two Wils, which with the Legacie |
| Of his and thy kingdome, thy Sonnes invest, |
| Yet such are these lawes, that men argue yet |
| Whether a man those statutes can fulfill;
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