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ter ! art tone
last must break my upon
For all Gods co his high angels may
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as, my beloved, t they should run
Quick to deny me neathe morning sun ?
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A late contrition, but no bootless fear !
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t not be denied, as I am here;
My voice to God and angels stest,
Because I KNO t him be clear.