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34 Hy Spouse Wounds

Bleed without Curing:

Her Patient Soul

Long, long enduring:

Still Crown'd with Thorns,

In Shame and Scorning;

Stil Sla'n with thee

Till thy Returning.

Lift up thy Horn,

Thou mighty Unicorn.

Push down thy Foes and Spring

The Glorious Morning.

3. Let Heavenly Peace,

Long Life and Pleasures;

Let Crowns adorn'd

With Wisdoms Treasures,

The Portion be

Of thine Elected;

Now Honour'd more

Than once Neglected.

Now let 'em Rise

And enter Paradise,

By thy Great Michael 's

Flaming Sword Protected.

4. O how the Place

Of thy Abiding;

And where thy

Mighty Power is Hiding.

O rend the Veil

And come away Lord;

Love grows Inflam'd

And cannot stay Lord.

Come set us free

To Jubilate with thee.

O rend the Veil, and come,

Come, come away Lord