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Upon Christs coming to judgment.
Lord, when thou com'st to judg the world with right,Thou'lt steale upon us like a thief i'th' night,
Or like a flash of lightning from the skie,
Or like the suddain twinkling of an eye,
Or like the pains on woman, much about
The time when once that her account is out.
O let me like to that good husband watch,
Lest that the thief me unprepared catch;
O let thy Grace be evermore my light,
That th' other lightning may not me affright.
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That thy last coming I with joy may see.
O let me cast up my accounts so well,
That I may never feel the pains of hel.
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