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 To save a poor distressed soul,

Speak thou the word, I shall be whole,

One look of thee shall do me good,

Save now, good Lord, my silly soul,

Bought with thine own most preeiousprecious [sic] blood

Sweet Lord my God, say me not nay,

For if I perish here I'll die.

Poor silly wretehwretch [sic] then speak no more,

Thy faith, poor soul, hath saved thee;

Enter thou in unto my glore,

And rest thro' all eternity.

How soon our SavionrSaviour [sic] these words said,

A long white robe to her was given;

And then the angels did her lead,

Forthwith within the gates of heaven:

A laurel crown set on her head,

Spangled with rubies and with gold:

A bright white palm she always 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 like lamps unto the moon,

Of precious stones riehrich [sic] was her erowncrown [sic].

Angels and Saints did weleomewelcome [sic] her,

The heavenly ehoirchoir [sic] did sing, rejoieerejoice [sic];

King David with his harp was there:

The silver bells made a great noise.

Such music and such melody