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Psal. 56. 8.
Put thou my tears into thy bottle.
To value tears I now begin,
Since thou Lord dost provide,
A bottle for to put them in
That none should fall beside;
One drop will raise a sinner from a swound;
What pity 'tis to spill them on the ground?
Since thou Lord dost provide,
A bottle for to put them in
That none should fall beside;
One drop will raise a sinner from a swound;
What pity 'tis to spill them on the ground?
I spill them when I spend them on
Vain trifles. Worldly losses,
They are not worthy of a groan,
Much less a tear. Such crosses
I rather should rejoice in, since they prove
The tokens of my heavenly Fathers love.
Vain trifles. Worldly losses,
They are not worthy of a groan,
Much less a tear. Such crosses
I rather should rejoice in, since they prove
The tokens of my heavenly Fathers love.
When from the Limbeck of mine eyes
My tears for sin distil,
That Aqua vitæ thou dost prize,
And with't thy bottle fill.
O let my tears for my sins only fall,
That so thy bottle may preserve them all.
My tears for sin distil,
That Aqua vitæ thou dost prize,
And with't thy bottle fill.
O let my tears for my sins only fall,
That so thy bottle may preserve them all.
Then of them, Lord, a Cordial make,
Against sins poisonous sting,
Which when my heart with grief doth ake
May comfort to it bring.
Last a Collyrium make of them, which may
Take all the soreness of mine eyes away.
Against sins poisonous sting,
Which when my heart with grief doth ake
May comfort to it bring.
Last a Collyrium make of them, which may
Take all the soreness of mine eyes away.
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