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| THE LITANIE. |
| I. |
| The Father. |
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| Father of Heaven, and him, by whom |
| It, and us for it, and all else, for us |
| Thou madest, and govern'st ever, come |
| And re-create mee, now growne ruinous: |
| My heart is by dejection, clay, |
| And by selfe-murder, red. |
| From this red earth, O Father, purge away |
| All vicious tinctures, that new fashioned |
| I may rise up from death, before I'am dead. |
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| II. |
| The Sonne. |
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| O Sonne of God, who seeing two things, |
| Sinne, and death crept in, which were never made, |
| By bearing one, tryed'st with what stings |
| The other could thine heritage invade; |
| O be thou nail'd unto my heart, |
| And crucified againe, |
| Part not from it, though it from thee would part, |
| But let it be by applying so thy paine, |
| Drown'd in thy blood, and in thy passion slaine.
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[CW: III.] |