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CXXVII.
Wnles that builded from above,
By God, the house arise,
To toyle and labour all in vain
The builders enterprise.
In vain the carefull watchman wakes,
And slumber doth foirsake,
The cittie in his custody
Wnlesse the Lord do take.
By God, the house arise,
To toyle and labour all in vain
The builders enterprise.
In vain the carefull watchman wakes,
And slumber doth foirsake,
The cittie in his custody
Wnlesse the Lord do take.
The ayrelie morning yee prevent,
And leave your rest in vain.
In going late to bed at night
But wearynesse yee gain.
In vain affliction's bread yee eate,
While carking cares yow greeve.
Swre, quietlie, to sleep, the Lord
To his belov'd shal giue.
And leave your rest in vain.
In going late to bed at night
But wearynesse yee gain.
In vain affliction's bread yee eate,
While carking cares yow greeve.
Swre, quietlie, to sleep, the Lord
To his belov'd shal giue.
Lo, children ane inheritance,
Gifts are of God's free love;
Fruicts of the wombe for a reward
He sendeth from aboue.
As arows in a strong man's hand
Serve to repell offence,
The sons of youth for fathers are
A naturall defence.
Gifts are of God's free love;
Fruicts of the wombe for a reward
He sendeth from aboue.
As arows in a strong man's hand
Serve to repell offence,
The sons of youth for fathers are
A naturall defence.
Whose quaver fild with such is, sure,
His happines is great.
They shall not be ashamed, the foe
To speek within the gate.
His happines is great.
They shall not be ashamed, the foe
To speek within the gate.
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