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 And of the crumbs they were right fain,

Grant mcme [sic] one crumb then that doth fall

From thy best ehildren'schildren's [sic] table, Lord,

That I may be refreshed withal,

It will not help enough afford.

The gates of mereymercy [sic] now are elosedclosed [sic],

And thou canst hardly enter in:

It is not so as thou supposed,

For thou art deadly sick in sin.

'Tis true indeed, my Lord most meek

My sore and sickness I do feel:

Yet thou the lame didst truly seek,

Who lay long at Bethseda's pool,

Of many that thee never sought,

Like to the poor Samaritan;

Whom thou unto thy fold has brought,

Even as thou didst the widow of Nain

Most graeiousgracious [sic] God, didst thou not bid

All that are weary come to thee,

Behold, I come! even overload

With sin, have mereymercy [sic] upon me.

The issues of thy soul are great,

Thou art both leprous and unclean,

To be with me thou art not fit,

Go from me then, let me alone.

Let me thy garments once but touehtouch [sic],

My bloody issue shall be whole,

It will not cost thee very much