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19. REPENTANCE.

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LORD, I confesse my sinne is great;

Great is my sinne. Oh! gently treat

With thy quick flow’r, thy momentarie bloom;

Whose life still pressing

Is one undressing,

A steadie aiming at a tombe.

Man’s age is two houres work, or three;

Each day doth round about us see.

Thus are we to delights: but we are all

To sorrows old,

If life be told

From what life feeleth, Adam’s fall.

Oh let thy height of mercie then

Compassionate short-breathed men,

Cut me not off for my most foul transgression:

I do confesse

My foolishnesse;

My God, accept of my confession.

Sweeten at length this bitter bowl,

Which thou hast pour’d into my soul;

Thy wormwood turn to health, windes to fair weather,

For if thou stay,

I and this day,

As we did rise we die together.

When thou for sinne rebukest man,

Forthwith he waxeth wo and wan:

Bitternesse fills our bowels; all our hearts

Pine, and decay,

And drop away,

And carrie with them th’ other parts.

But thou wilt sinne and grief destroy;

That so the broken bones may joy,

And tune together in a well-set song,

Full of his praises

Who dead men raises.

Fractures well cur’d make us more strong.

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