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 builds his hopes on thy merit,

loves thee with a holy charity,

at ravish'd heart, scraphic tongue er eyes,

Clear as the morning's rise.

Can speak or think or see

That bright eternity.

There the great king's transparent throne

an entire jasper stone;

There the eye

O'the chrysolite,

And a sky

diamonds, rubies, chrysoprase;

and above all thy holy face,

takes an eternal charity,

en thou thy jewels tip dost bind, that day

Remember us we pray;

That where the bervi lies,

And the crystal 'bove the skies,

re thou may'st appoint us place,

Within the brightness of thy face;

And our soul

In the scroll

life and blissfulness enrol,

That we may praise thee to eternity.

rridHorrid [sic] darkness, sad and sore,

And an eternal night;

es and shrieks, and thousands more,

In the want of glorious lights,

Every corner hath a snake

In the accursed lake.