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80 Thy weeping thou shalt ne'er give o'er; I sin against thee more and more, And never will from sin be free Till thou forgive and come to me, What transgressions I commit Are for thy transgressions fit,-- They thy harlots, thou their slave; And my bed becomes their grave. Seven of my sweet loves thy knife Hath bereaved of their life: Their marble tombs I built, with tears And with cold and shadowy fears. Seven more loves weep hight and day Round the tombs where my loves lay, And seven more loves attend at night Arotmd my couch with torches bright. And seven more loves in my bed Crown with vine my mournful bead; Pitying and forgiving all Thy transgressions, great and small When wilt thou return, and view My loves, and them in life renew When wilt thou return and live When wilt thou pity as I forgive Throughout all Eternity I forgive you, you forgive me. As our dear Redeemer said: � This the wine, and this the bread.' D,gitized by GOOcIc;