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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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