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22 THE WIFE OF KEITH.
Tis true indee»»> ray Lord mofi meekv
My fore and ficknef s 1 do feel;
Ye thou the lame didft truly feek,
Who lay long at Bethfida s pool.
Of many that the ».ever fought.
Like to the poor Samaritan .
Whom thou unto thy fold haft brought,
E en as thou didft the widow of fsain,
Moll gracious God, did thou net bid,
All that are weary come to thee.
Behold I come! even o'er load
With fin, have mercy upon me.
The iffues of ihy foul are great.
Thou art both lep rous and unclean,
To be with me thou art not fu
Go from me then 1st me ».lone
Let me thy garments once but touch.
My bloody garments (hall ye whole.
It will not coft >ne very much,
To fave a poor diftreffed foul.
Spe^k thou the word, 1 lhall be whole,
One look cf thee (hall do me good,
Save now good Lord, mv filly foul.
Bought with thine own mofi precious blood.
Let me alone, non of my blood.
Was ever fhed for fuch as th c.
It was thy mercy, patience good.
Which from damnati n fei me froe.
It is cdnfofl thou hadfr been juft,
Although thou hadft condemned me.
But i thy mercies ftill do ’ .ft,
To fave the foul that trulls in thee.

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