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 Verfes in Sickiiefs. 15

��Deliverance from a fitt of ffaiiitirig.

��T 1 TORTH Y art Thou, O Lord of praife ! ' ' But ah ! it's not in me; My linking heart I pray thee raile, So fhall I giue it Thee.

��My life as Spider's webb's cutt off, Thvs fainting haue I faid,

And liueino- man no more lliall fee. But bee in filence layd.

My feblee Spirit thou didft reviue, My Doubting thou didft chide,

And tho: as dead raad'ft me aHue, I here a while might 'bide.

Why fhould I Hue but to thy Praife?

My life is hid with Thee; O Lord, no longer bee m}^ Dayes,

Then I may frvitfull bee.

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