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Rh Let me not then condemned be, Moſt humbly, Lord, I thee requeſt, Of ſinners all none like to 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 ly, 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 then into my glore, And reſt thro' 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 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 rich was her crown; Angels and ſaints did welcome her, The heavenly choir did ſing, rejoice: King David with his harp was there: The ſilver bells made a great noiſe,