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Sonnet. VII.
[White spotlesse Lambe (whose precious sweete bloudshed]
White spotlesse Lambe (whose precious sweete bloudshedThe whole worlds sinnefull Debt hath satisfied:
For sinners scorn'd, whipp'de, wounded, crucified,
Beholde my sinfull soule by Sathan led
Euen to the gates of Hell: where will be red
My consciences blacke booke: vnlesse suppli'de
Be (to those leaues past number) thy wounds wide:
Whose purple issue which for sinners bled,
Shall wash the Register of my foule sin,
And thence blot out the vile memoriall:
Then let thy blessed Angell enter in
My temple purg'd, and that historiall
(Of my sinnes numberlesse) in deepe Seas cast:
So shall I be new borne, and sau'd at last.
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