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¶O Lord thy word is our sure touch-stone. |
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That leadeth mankynde, to hys saluation |
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Uyce for to eshewe, and all abhomination |
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Ipocrysie, Idolatry, which is mans perdition |
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O Lorde is not the merites of thy passion |
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A sure seale of fre pardone, and remyssion |
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That once was shed for mans redemption? |
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Upon the crosse was offered, that high oblacion. |
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¶O Lorde thou dyddest thy fathers wrath pacify |
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Obedient thou wast vnto a shamefull death |
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For mans lyfe, thou suffredest patiently |
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Thou yeldest the gost, as the scripture sayth |
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And rose from death, to lyfe the thyrde daye |
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And sittest in heauen, with great power and maiestie |
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Coequall with the father, thys is no naye |
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Makyng intercession, for vs synners perpetuallye. |
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¶O Lorde howe long shall we wepe and crye |
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For fault of foode, to the soule spirituall |
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Thy watchmen are dome, and lie in theyr stye |
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Their filthy liuyng i[s] so abhomynable
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To fede thy flocke, they take no care nor payne |
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To teach or preach, thy fa[y]thful testament
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