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O let Thine own oft bowels pay

Thyelf, and o dicharge that day!

If Sin can igh, Love can forgive,

O, ay the word, my oul hall live!

Thoe mercies which Thy Mary found,

Or who Thy cros confes'd and crowned,

Hope tells my heart the ame loves be

Still alive, and till for me.

Though both my prayers and tears combine,

Both worthles are, for they are mine;

But Thou Thy bounteous elf till be,

And how Thou art by aving me.

O when Thy lat frown hall proclaim

The flocks of goats to folds of flame,

And all Thy lot heep found hall be,

Let "Come ye bleed" then call me!