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 Then rose the good apostle Paul, Unto this Wife he cry'd. Except thou shake thy Sins away, Thou here shalt be deny'd.

Remember Paul, what thou hast done, All thro' a lewd Desire, How thou did'st persecute God's Church, With wrath as hot as fire.

Then up starts Peter at the last, And to the Gate he hies, Fond fool, quoth he, knock not so fast, Thou weariest Christ with cries.

Peter, said she, content thyself, For Mercy may be won; I never did deny my Christ, As thou thyself hast done.

When as our Saviour Christ heard this, With Heavenly Angels bright, He comes unto this sinful Soul, Who trembled at his sight.