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Rh Some signs he must demand, Some proofs of slaughtered nature; some prized few, To satisfy the senses it is true, And in his hand,

This miracle which saves Himself, himself doth from extinction clutch, By virtue of his worth, contrasting much With brutes and knaves.

From dust, of him abhorred, He would be snatched by Grace discovering worth. 'Sever me from the hollowness of Earth! Me take, dear Lord!'