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Dirige vias meas Domine!
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Open thy selfe, and then looke in;Consider what thou mightst haue bin,
And what thou art now made by sin.
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Asham'd o'th' state to which th'art brought,Detest, and greeue for each past fault;
Sigh, weepe, and blush for each foule thought.
3
Feare, but dispayre not, and still loue;Looke humbly up to God aboue
And him thoul't soone to pitty mooue.
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Resolue on that which prudence showes;Performe what thou doest well propose;
And keepe i'th' way thou hast once chose.
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Uice, and what lookes like uitious, shunne;Lett use make good acts eas'ly donne:
Haue zeale, as when th'hadst first begunne.
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Hope strongly, yett bee humble still;Thy good is God's; what thine, is ill:
Doe thus, and thee affect hee will.
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Pray, when with others; when alone.To scorne, or prayse bee as a stone:
Forgett thy selfe, and all, but One.
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Remooue what stands twixt God, and thee.Use not thy fancy, him to see:
One with his will, make thy will bee.
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Looke purely on God when thou doest well;But not on heauen; much lesse on hell:
Thoul't gett him thus in thee to dwell.
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Use-lesse our Master wee doe serue;Our labours noe reward deserue;
Yett happy who these rules obserue.
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