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Psalm 131 Domine, non est
A lofty hart, a lifted eyLord thou dost know I never bare:
Lesse have I borne in things too hygh
A medling mind, or clyming care.
Looke how the wained babe doth fare,
O did I not? yes soe did I:
None more for quiett might compare
Ev'n with the babe that wain'd doth ly.
Heare then and learne, O Jacobs race,
Such endlesse trust on God to place.
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