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[64] The Terrours
T'was time to rise,My Saviour knock't,
But I was rock't
Asleepe, by lusts, and vanityes:
And when I wak'd,
My self I found,
Environ'd round
By perills, which my vitalls shak'd:
An angry God
I saw above,
Whose hand did move
A flameing sword, and burning rodde:
On my right side,
Death I beheld,
Whose hand did wield
A dart, ne're flyeing short, or wide:
But on my left,
Sinnes thronging stood,
Like a thicke wood,
Which more then death my heart did cleft:
But underneath,
Hell I espyd,
Yawneing full wide,
More terrible then Sinne, or Death./
Like Balthasar
(When Hee beheld
His ruine spelld
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My Jesu saw
Mee sore agast,
Then Hee in haste,
Did from these terrours mee withdraw./
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