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Thou heardlt, thy rod thou didll remove,

And Ipar'd 1113^ Body frail, Thou Ihew'ft to me thy tender Love,

My heart no more might quail.

O, Praifes to my mighty God,

Praile to my Lord, I fay. Who hath redeemed my Soul from pitt:

Praifes to him for Aye!

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TN my dillreffe I fovght the Lord,

When nouo-ht on Earth could comfort s^iue : And when my Soul thefe things abhor'd. Then, Lord, thou faid'ft vnto me, Liue.

Thou knoweft the forrowes that I felt. My plaints and Groanes w^ere heard of Thee, And how in fweat I feemVl to melt; Thov help'lt and thov regardeft me.

My waited tiefh thou didll rellore.

My feeble loines didll gird with llrenght; "^'"

Prov. xxxi. 17.
 * ■• She girdeth her loins with strength, and strengtheneth her arms."

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