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79. On Gods Law.
Thy Sacred Law, O God,Is like to Moses Rod:
If wee but keepe it in our hand,
It will doe Wonders in the Land;
If wee slight and throw it to the Ground;
'Twill turne a Serpent, and inflict a Wound;
A Wound that Flesh and Blood cannot endure,
Nor salve, untill the Brazen Serpent cure:
I wish not, Lord, thou sholdst withold it;
Nor wold I have it, and not hold it:
O teach me then, my God,
To handle Moses Rod.
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