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The Mercy Seate.
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Passing along, as I oft passe that way,I heard one from the Sanctuary say,
All you that sinne,
And I will take the burthen cleane away.
Harke soule said I, oh! harke, the Number's All,
The mercy and the cry both generall.
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With that my soule and I, two that had binLong stale-companions in the sweetes of sinne.
Approacht that place
Bright shine of grace,
And askt it such a mercy lodg'd therein,
Oh yes! sayes one, before your Throne appeare,
Take in your heart a sigh, your eye a teare.
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Then to a spotlesse Altar I was brought,Where God to Man is Charracted in thought,
Upon which stood
A crimson blood.
Whose every drop a thousand soules had bought.
And there I kneel'd, for oh! what gesture is
Or can be in this action too submisse?
4
I tooke and tasted from the field and vine,Their two best Elements of bread and wine,
And my soule straight
Had lost the waight,
Which did before disease its rest and mine.
My soule tooke in more God, then I did bread.
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Loud voice, large mercy, boundlesse flood, sweete vine,Proclaime, forgive, wash, cleanse this soule of mine,
That to thy glory
I may story,
Both worke and subject of that mercy thine.
Thine? thine my God, tis true: Oh! let me be
As neare that attribute, as that to thee.
T. B.
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