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HYMN 70.

[Our wounds do stink, and are corrupt]

1 Joh. 2. 20. But ye have an Unction from the holy One.

Our wounds do stink, and are corrupt,
Hard swellings we do see;
We want a little Oyntment, Lord,
Let us more humble be:
Thy Spirit will allay our pride,
And bring us to thy feet;
And when that we are softened,
Thy Image on us set.
This Oyl will heal and mollifie,
O pour it quickly in,
That we may live and never die,
Lord, by our cursed sin!
This Oyl of thine, O it is good
All Poyson to expell!
It by the vertue of thy Blood
Does heal thy Israel.
Though worst of Venom in us lye,
And has corrupt each part;
Yet if thou dost this Oyl apply,
'Twill heal our very heart:
And if our face anoynted be,
'Twill make it glorious shine,

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'Twill strengthen us, and make us fat,
Such is this Oyl of thine.
Thy Oyl will not incorporate
With any liquid things;
An Underlin it won't be made,
But to the top it springs.
O then afford us Oyl we pray
To chear and make us glad,
And we thy praise will sing always,
And never more be sad.