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 He said, now in the name of God I pray,

Whence do you come, why do you trouble me?

With that a child did answer him again,

I am the child by your hands was slain,

Repent, for now your time is drawing nigh

The fatal hour in which you are to die,

Think on the promises God hath made,

If you repent he still your soul may save.

My tender parents do lament for me,

But I am bless'd with sweet eternity

Make much now of the moments you have here,

And crave a blessing of your parents dear.

Thus spoke the vision he no more could see,

He straight arose and fell upon his bended knee,

First begging pardon of the Lord most high,

Left he should be lost unto eternity.

Soon as the morning day light did appear,

To his distressed parents he did repair,

And then before them on his bended knees did fall

And freely did confess the truth of all.

His parents wrung their hands and wept full sore

Saying sure none were so opprest before,

The blessed babe that ever yet drew breath;

By thy base hands is snatched from the earth,

Now of you both soon must we be deprived,

The time is short you have for to survive,

For though we are your parents dear,

We've heard this dismal murder to declare

With grief they did disclose it instantly,

And he was tried, cast, and condemn'd to die,

Such a penitent fool was never seen,

Daily imploring mercy for his sins.