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Psalm 119. 67.
Before I was afflicted I went astray, but now have I kept thy word.
Man like a silly sheep doth often stray,
Not knowing of his way.
Blind Deserts and the wilderness of Sin
He daily travels in;
There's nothing wil reduce him sooner then
Afflictions, to his pen.
He wanders in the Sunshine, but in rain
And stormy weather hastens home again.
Not knowing of his way.
Blind Deserts and the wilderness of Sin
He daily travels in;
There's nothing wil reduce him sooner then
Afflictions, to his pen.
He wanders in the Sunshine, but in rain
And stormy weather hastens home again.
Thou the great Shepherd of my soul, O keep
Me thy unworthy sheep
From gadding: or if fair means wil not do it
Let foul then bring me to it.
Rather then I should perish in my error,
Lord bring me back with terror;
Better I be chastized with thy rod
And shepherds staff, then stray from thee my God.
Me thy unworthy sheep
From gadding: or if fair means wil not do it
Let foul then bring me to it.
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Lord bring me back with terror;
Better I be chastized with thy rod
And shepherds staff, then stray from thee my God.
Though for the present stripes do grieve me sore.
At last they profit more,
And make me to observe thy word, which I
Neglected formerly,
Let me come home rather by weeping cross;
Then still be at a losse.
For health I'd rather take a bitter pil.
Then eating sweet-meats to be alwayes ill.
At last they profit more,
And make me to observe thy word, which I
Neglected formerly,
Let me come home rather by weeping cross;
Then still be at a losse.
For health I'd rather take a bitter pil.
Then eating sweet-meats to be alwayes ill.
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