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17. On an Accuser.

The Devil, that grand accuser of our Souls,
Hath not his name for nought, what bloudy scrouls
Hath he against mans self, and now and than
Accuseth man to God, yea God to man:
Angels accuse us, and the Law likewise,
The Judge himself accuses, Conscience flies
In our guilt-blushing faces, sinners be
Against us; none but Christ can set us free,
From all our accusations, run my soul
To Christ by faith, and Christ will make thee whole.