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Who was Gods partner here, and furnish'd thus |
Half of that sacrifice which ransom'd us? |
Though these things as I ride be from mine eye, |
They're present yet unto my memory, |
For that looks towards them; and thou look'st towards me, |
O Saviour, as thou hangst upon the tree; |
I turn my back to thee, but to receive |
Corrections till thy mercies bid thee leave. |
O think me worth thine anger, punish me, |
Burn off my rust, and my deformity, |
Restore thine Image, so much by thy grace, |
That thou maist know me, and I'll turn my face. |
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THE LITANIE. |
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I. |
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The Father. |
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Father of Heaven, and him, by whom |
It, and us for it, and all else, for us |
Thou mad'st and govern'st ever, come, |
And re-create me, now grown ruinous: |
My heart is by dejection clay, |
And by self-murder, red. |
From this red earth, O Father, purge away |
All vicious tinctures, that new fashioned |
I may rise up from death, before I'm dead.
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[CW: II.] |