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Dear [], remember in that day

Who was the caue Thou cam't this way;

Thy heep was trayed, and Thou wouldt be

Even lot Thyelf in eeking me!

Shall all that labor, all that cot

Of love, and even that los, be lot?

And this loved oul judged worth no les

Than all that way and wearines?

Jut Mercy, then, Thy reckoning be

With my price, and not with me;

'Twas paid at firt with too much pain

To be paid twice, or once in vain.

Mercy, my Judge, mercy I cry,

With bluhing cheek and bleeding eye;

The concious colors of my in

Are red without, and pale within.