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A Short Meditation of Mans Miserie
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That Our Salvation Comes from God -
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Now let a second Trance transport thy Spirit
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The Sighes of a Pensive Soule, Groaning under the Burden of Sinne
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The Crazed Soule Being Almost in Dispaire, Desireth Grace to Hope in Gods Mercy
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But now, begin the angry Heav'ns to scoule
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Of Lifes Brevitie, the Fleshes Frailtie, the Worlds Vanitie, and the Divels Tyranny -
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A Desire of the Loving Soule, of God, to Be Kissed with the Kisse of Peace
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Now hath the great CREATOR, for Mans sake
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The Soule Desireth to Know God
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