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| Nay to an inch. Loe, where condemned he * |
| Bears his own cross, with pain, yet by and by |
| When it bears him, he must bear more and die. |
| Now thou art lifted up, draw me to thee, |
| And at thy death giving such liberal dole, |
| Moist with one drop of thy blood, my dry soul. |
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| RESURRECTION. |
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| 6. Moist with one drop of thy blood, my dry soul, |
| Shall (though she now be in extreme degree |
| Too stony hard, and yet too fleshly) be |
| Freed by that drop, from being starv'd, hard or foul, |
| And life by this death abled shall controll |
| Death, whom thy death slue, nor shall to me |
| Fear of first or last death bring miserie, |
| If in thy life book my name thou inroul, |
| Flesh in that long sleep is not putrified, |
| But made that there, of which, and for which 'twas; |
| Nor can by other means be glorified. |
| May then sins sleep and death soon from me pass, |
| That wak't from both, I again risen may |
| Salute the last, and ever lasting day. |
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| ASCENSIION. |
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| 7. Salute the last, and ever lasting day. |
| Joy at the uprising of this Sunne, and Sonne, |
| Ye whose true tears, or tribulation |
| Have purely washt or burnt your drossie clay; |
| Behold the Highest parting hence away, |
| Lightens the dark clouds, which he treads upon, |
| Nor doth he by ascending, show alone, |
| But first he, and he first enters the way.
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