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ON THE SACRAMENT

Lord, to thy Flesh & Blood when I repaire,
Where dreadfull joyes & pleasing tremblings are,
Then most I relish; most it does mee good,
When my Soule faints, & pines, & dyes for food.
Did my Sinns murder thee? to make that plaine,
Thy peirc'd, dead-living Body bleeds againe.
Flow sad sweet drops! what diff'ring things you doe!
Reveale my Sinns, & seale my pardon too.