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1 As due by manie titels I resigne My selfe to thee O God; first I was made By thee, and for thee; And when I was decaid Thy blood bought that, the which before was thine I am thy Sunn, made with thy selfe to shine Thy seruante, whose paines thou hast still repaide Thy sheepe thine Image, And till I betraide My selfe, A temple of thy Spiritt diuine. Why doth the Diuell then vsurpe in mee? Whi doth hee steale, nay rauish thats thy right? Except thou rise, and for thine owne work fight. O I shall soone despaire when I doe see That thou loust Mankinde well, yet will not chuse mee And Satan hates mee, yet is loth to loose mee. 2 O my blacke Soule now thou art summoned By sickenes, deaths Herauld, and Champion̅ Thou art like a Pilgrime which a broad had done Treason, and durst not tvrne to whence hee is fled, Or like a theefe, which till deaths doome bee read Wisheth him selfe deliuered from prison̅ But damnd and haled to execution Wisheth that still hee might bee imprisoned Yet Grace if thou repent, thou canst not lacke But who shall giue thee that grace to begin? O make thy selfe with holy mourninge blacke And red, with blushinge, as thou art with Synne Or wash thee with Crists blood, which hath this Might, That beinge redd, it dies redd soules to white. |
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