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[Let heaven my sad confession hear!]
When he that doth flee unto one of those cities, &c.
—xx. 4.
Let heaven my sad confession hear!
I at the city's gate appear,
All stain'd with guiltless blood!
Alas, I have my brother slain,
And knew not that the slaughter'd Man
Was the eternal God.
A trembling, persecuted slayer,
Father, I now my cause declare;
Admit the fugitive,
From vengeance screen'd by Christ alone
And in Thy well-beloved Son
Let me for ever live.
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