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| FEARE not, my soule, thy teares-bedewed praiers, | |
| And thy repentant sighes, shall haue accesse | |
| Before the throne of heaven; beleeue God cares | |
| For mortall men, and would their happinesse. | |
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| The angells waite, and offer vp the cries | 5 |
| Of soules that do repent of their amis; | |
| A broken hart is a sweete sacrifice, | |
| Whose sauour at God’s hand accepted is. | |
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| From him thy praiers shall not returne in vaine, | |
| Hee is so mercifull, so kind, so good: | 10 |
| From true conuerts hee doth not long detaine | |
| The riches of his loue and pretious blood. | |
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| Was not sick Hezekiath’s praier heard? | |
| Or did his bitter teares fall vnrespected? | |
| Nor praiers nor teares were of their entrance bar’d; | 15 |
| Both praiers and teares being so well directed. | |
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| Swifter than swiftness vp to heauen they flew, | |
| And to the eares of God they were presented, | |
| Who swift to heare his seruant humbly sew, | |
| Thus by his prophet’s mouth his dome relented. | 20 |
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| I haard thy praier (said hee), and eke thy teares, | |
| And where with sicknesse thou wert visited, | |
| Behold! I make the whole, and fifteene yeares | |
| Thy life vpon the earth bee lengthened. | |
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| Dispaire not, then, but with loud crieng craue, | 25 |
| Yt from the staine of sin thou maist bee free, | |
| And from the vault of heauen an eccho haue, | |
| Bee free! O hart, soule, voice, in one agree: | |
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| Importune all together to obtaine, | |
| Yt sweete reuiuing comfort in your paine. | 30 |
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