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( 4 ) Concience begins to call me by degrees;

Then were I not in danger to dipleae

My jovial riends, I would religious grow,

But they will count me this and that I know.

My on, let lewd company ay their wort,

Be thou religious, true, upright and jut;

Thou halt be crown'd with glory for the ame,

While thoe that light thee may be crown'd with hame.

Pas through the vale of low humility,

And righteous men hall thy companions be;

Whoe patience, like a golden hield hall creen

Thy foul, my on, from atan's hateful pleen.

Frequent the church, and put away thy ins:

Keep cloe to God who is the bet of friends,

He'll be thy hope, thy trength, and comfort then;

If o, what need't thou fear the ons of men?

But hould you light your God, and hug your pride,

If without grace you can be atisfy'd;

If to the houe of prayer you will not go,

His love will turn to wrath and endles woe.

Father, my eyes are open, and I ee

Detruction ready to be pour'd on me!

With more than common grief I am oppret,

Where hall I fly to find a place of ret?