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 Let me not then condemned be,

Moſt humble Lord I thee requeſt.

Of ſinners all none like me

So much the more thy praiſe ſhall laſt.

Thy praiſing me is not perſite,

My ſaints ſhall praiſe me evermore

In ſinners I have no delight,

Such ſacrifice I do abhor.

Then ſhe unto the Lord did ſay,

At footſtool of thy grace I'll lye

Sweet Lord my God ſay me not nay,

For if I periſh, here I'll die

Poor ſilly woman ſpeak no more,

Thy faith, poor ſoul has ſaved thee,

Enter thou into my glory,

And reſt through all eternity.

How ſoon our Saviour theſe words ſaid,

A long white robe to her was given;

And then the angels did her lead

Forthwith into the gates of heaven:

A laurel crown, ſet on her head

Spangled with rubies and with gold,

A bright white palm ſhe alſo had,

Glorious it was for to behold;

Her face did ſhine like to the ſun,

Like threads of gold her hair hang down,

Her eyes h e lamps unto the moon,

Of precious ſtones rich was her crown.

Angels and Saints did welcome her,

The heavenly choir did ſign, rejoice,

King David with his harp was there:

And ſilver bells made a great noiſe.