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Peccatum Redivivum:
Or, The Rebellion of a Conquer'd Lust.
This Sore breaks out agen! shall Death and HellBe still in hopes! And shall I ne're be well?
Thus some at their Uprising Die; some may
Like Judas, at Christ's Table Fall away.
O LORD, put forth thy Hand: O GOD, make hast
To help me, or I shall Fall back at last.
Lo, JESU, how I bleed afresh! Lo, I,
Unless Thou Close my wounds, shall Faint, and Dye!
My Sense begins to fail: my Heart is grown
So Cold (O Lord) as Ice, so Hard as Stone:
Which with a Coale from off thine Altar Thavv,
And Unbenumme, that it may Feel thy Lavv;
That by its Stroakes I may be vvak't from Sin,
That novv I may be griev'd for vvhat I've bin.
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That I may have an Appetite to thee,
VVho art the Bread of life. O let me cease
To long for that vvhich feeds but the Disease.
Tis onely Thou, my God, canst make me vvhole!
Tis onely Thou canst cure my Dying Soul!
Refresh me (O let me not be deny'd!)
Even vvith that VVater vvhich came from thy Side.
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