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“Anent the righteous saith another,
David in Psalter. Hast it seen?—
‘Thy servant, Lord, draw never to doom;
none living is justified 'fore Thee.’
So when thou comest to the Court,
where all our causes shall be cried,
renounce thy right, thou mayest come in,
by these same words that I have cull'd.
But He that bloodily died on rood,
whose hands were pierced so grievously,
grant thee to pass, when tried thou art,
by innocence and not by right!
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