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165.CT1.001 At the round Earthes imagin'd corners blowe
165.CT1.002 Yo%5r%6 Trumpetts Angells; and arise, arise
165.CT1.003 ffrom death yo%5u%6 nomberless infinities
165.CT1.004 Of soules, and to yo%5r%6 scattred bodies goe
165.CT1.005 All whom the floud did and fire shall ouerthrowe
165.CT1.006 All whom warre, death, age, agues, tyrannies
165.CT1.007 Despaire, lawe, chance hath slayne; & yo%5u%6 whose eyes
165.CT1.008 Shall behold God, & neuer tast deathes woe,
165.CT1.009 But lett them sleep Lord, & mee mourne a space
165.CT1.010 ffor if aboue all those my sinns abound
165.CT1.011 Tis late to ask aboundance of thy grace
165.CT1.012 When wee are there; here on this lowsy[sic] ground
165.CT1.013 Teach mee howe to repent, for thats as good
165.CT1.014 As if thou hadst seal'd my pardon w%5th%6 thy bloud
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