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Sonnet. XXV.
[Glorious Iehouah Oh howfull of power]
Glorious
Iehouah Oh howfull of power,
How full of sacred maruailes bee thy deedes!
Thou that with plenties euery creature feedes,
And blessed bounties which bestowes each hower.
With hand of mercie sending forth a shower
In large aboundance to produce good seedes,
My wounded hart with pearsed conscience bleedes,
When I remember thee my soules succour:
Who was so many times by mee forgot,
Who by mee wicked, vilest, hainous wretch,
Prophaned oft hast beene, but praised not:
At length though late) mine armes, mine hart I stretch,
My soule, my sinfull soule I lift to thee,
Who (with thy praises triumph cleare) would bee.
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