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1351.

[Turn'd by Thy Son's victorious blood]

Surely after that I was turned, I repented. —xxxi. 19.

Turn'd by Thy Son's victorious blood,
Father, I now at last repent,
Instructed by Thy mercy's rod
With shame accept my punishment;
Smiting on this unworthy breast
To lift mine eyes I scarcely dare,
Myself I loathe, abhor, detest,
And faint my youth's reproach to bear.