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AS he that sees a dark and shadie grove,

Stayes not, but looks beyond it on the skie;

So when I view my sinnes, mine eyes remove

More backward still, and to that water file,

Which is above the heav’ns, whose spring and rent

Is in my dear Redeemer’s pierced side.

O blessed streams! either ye do prevent

And stop our sinnes from growing thick and wide,

Or else give tears to drown them, as they grow.

In you Redemption measures all my time,

And spreads the plaister equall to the crime:

You taught the book of life my name, that so,

Whatever future sinnes should me miscall,

Your first acquaintance might discredit all.