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| O GOD, that guidst thy faithfull flock, | |
| And leadst it by thine hand; | |
| That gaust it water of the rock | |
| In dry Arabia land: | |
| Giue grace to vs to flye the men | 5 |
| That teach thy word awry, | |
| Of whom thy Son forewarnd vs, when | |
| He did their slights espye. | |
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| He did foresee hypocrisie | |
| Should lurke in godly weede, | 10 |
| And wolues in sheepe-lyke tire to lye, | |
| And on thy sheepe to feede. | |
| The subtile serpent shrowdes his wiles, | |
| Attirde like angell bright; | |
| And false apostles, fraught with guiles, | 15 |
| Do counterfeite the light. | |
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| The man of sinne, that sits on hye | |
| With triple crowne on pate, | |
| And lifts his lewdnes to the skie, | |
| Holds sauing Christ in hate. | 20 |
| He sends his subtile sots by swarmes | |
| Through all the world, to win | |
| Thy children pure by wicked charmes, | |
| To draw their soules to sinne. | |
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| Keepe vs thy children, Lord, therefore; | 25 |
| Direct vs by thy grace, | |
| That their inchantments may no more | |
| Our zeale sincere deface: | |
| And let thy truth be still our guide, | |
| That we thereby may knowe | 30 |
| Their falshood, who doo start aside, | |
| And flye the subtile foe. | |
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