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CHAP. XI.
Morning Meditation, with sixteene sobs of a sorowfull spirit, which she used
for ment all prayer, as also an addition of sixteene staues of uerse taken
out of Peters complaint;
which she usually sung and played on the winde instrument.
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[O beames of mercy beat on sorrowes cold]
O beames of mercy beat on sorrowes cold,
Powre suppling shewers on my parched ground,
Bring foorth the fruit of your due seruice vow'd,
Let good desires with like deserts be crownd,
Water yongue blooming vertues tender flowre,
Sin did all grace of riper growth deuoure.
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CHAP. XI.
Morning Meditation, with sixteene sobs of a sorowfull spirit, which she used
for ment all prayer, as also an addition of sixteene staues of uerse taken
out of Peters complaint;
which she usually sung and played on the winde instrument.
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