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5 The merry Birds, the LORD them feeds,

Who neither Sow nor Reap;

Let me not Murmure upon whom

Great Bleſſings Thou doeſt heap.

The Cock by crowing, ſlothful Man

To Diligence doth call;

Make good and faithful then, my GOD,

In thee rejoice I ſhall.

This early Wakener e're he Crow,

Himſelf doth move and raiſe;

Let all within me be ſtir'd up

Thy holy Name to Praiſe.

Saint Peter heard the Cock to Crow,

For's fault wept bitterlie;

Let Sin, the Source of ill, be ſtill

Diſpleaſing unto me.

Fowls of the Air they ſing becauſe

Of Light that draweth near;

In greateſt Troubles I will hope.

For JESUS ſhall appear.