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Poor fearful made the firft fpeech though Gam- bling as he flood, Saying Iv'e of't told this prifoner his religi- on was not good, When I forefee her danger it made my heart to bleed, Often times I've couneled her never more proceed.

Soon old unbelief his ftory told which pleaf'd his lawyer well He's often tho't thy prifoner her portion was in hell,. Her lamps they were not trim'd in them ftie has no oil , I made her believe me was deceived by fa tan was begiled

Iv'e laid my burden at thy feet,

On thee Iv'ecaft my cares, Thy promifes to me was fweet,

When 1 was a pleading there.

No one can take this joy from me,

When Jefus by my fide, While I'm in his company,

My enemy's have tried.

Satan you do your beft,

Your warlike weapons try, So I'm leaning on Jem s baeaft

Your enmity 1 defy.

Saints with all your hearts rejoiced,